Why I Love Jacob
I love the way his eyes light up whenever he sees me, like he's been waiting for me all day.
I love his smile, the one he saves just for me.
I love the way he keeps me warm, heat just radiates off him.
I love the silky soft feel of his russet skin.
I love the way his hair falls across his face in a dark curtain.
I love the way his hands move in such a delicate way when he's working.
I love his enthusiasum, no matter how tedious the task.
I love the colour of his fur and how soft it feels under my fingers.
I love the way his arms make me feel safe.
I love his sense of humour, the jokes he shares only with me.
I love the way he knows when to talk and when to remain silent.
I love the way he notices things, all my little quirks, then remembers them.
I love the way he eats everything I cook enthusiastically, even the culinary disasters.
I love the way he gets on with my Dad however difficult that may be at times.
I love the way his hand feels in mine, as if they were meant to be linked forever.
I love the way he managed to find me when I couldn't find myself.
I love the way he put me back together, fixing the hole that was destroying me.
I love the way his lips felt on mine, soft, gentle and warm.
I love the way he loves me.
But it's not enough.
No matter how much I love Jacob, I still love Edward more.