September, 15th, 1989. When the best relationship in my life started. Edward and I met in the nursery room. We both born in the same day, but we just got together two days later when our moms met. I'm older, I born in the afternoon, and he born in the evening. I always teased him about it.

Our moms met in the nursery room, started talking and became best friends. They lived close, and we were probably going to meet in school when we were older. But they got so close, we didn't had to wait for school. We never spend more than four days without seeing each other. We shared birthdays, presents, nursing bottles, clothes… Everything.

I don't remember a good experience Edward wasn't there. His parents moved next to us, when we were three, they saw the house selling, when they came visit us, and thought it was a good idea. First steps, first words, friends, enemies, likes, dislikes… We got everything in common. Sex talk with our parents, we were together, and believe me… That was the only moment I wish we didn't. We couldn't even look at each other until the next day.

Flashback - 1994

"Give me back!" I yelled at Edward.

"No!" he said laughing.

"It's my doll!" I said.

"But I need a victim. My train need to run over her!" he said taking the doll out of my reach.

"Noo!" I cried.

"Sorry" he said giving the doll back.

"Thanks" I murmured hugging the doll.

"Oooh, Eddie gone soft with her!" Paul said making fun of us.

He grabbed my doll and took her arm off. Older kids were mean. I started crying, and Edward pushed Paul in the sand.

"Come on, Bells. Mom will fix it for you" Edward said.

We went back to his mom, but she couldn't fix my doll. Noo! Britney couldn't die! Edward hugged me, and shook me a little, making me laugh.

"That's better" he said when I laughed.

"She was my daughter! My baby died!" I said pouting.

Elizabeth, his mom, smiled a little, but tried to look serious.

"Don't worry, our kids will be prettier and funnier" Edward said.

"Our kids?" I asked frowning and tilting my head to the left, confused.

"Yeah, we're going to get married, and we're going to have kids" he said rolling his eyes, like I missed the obvious.

"Really?" I said smiling.

"Isn't it, mommy?" he asked her, "We're going to get married someday!"

"I'm glad to hear that" she said smiling. "But far far in the future!"

"Of course! We're six, aunt Liz!" I said rolling my eyes and dragging Edward back to the playground.

He was my best friend. There wasn't any doubt about it. He knew what I was feeling, what I was thinking… He knew who I had a crush. Sometimes he even tried to help me with the boy, but I was too shy. We told each other every experience. My first boyfriend, in sixth grade, was Edward's friend, and we always hang out together. He had drawers of clothes in my room, and I in his. So we only were apart to sleep, but sometimes we slept in other's house. Our parents didn't care we slept in the same room, they knew we weren't like that.

It wouldn't matter who I met, places I visited, things I did… Edward would always be the most important thing, my home would be with him around, and we would always share experiences.