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There are only a few things in the world that I really care about; only a few things that I would fight, or possibly kill for. One, of course, is my clothes. Another is my yellow Porsche given to me by my oh-so generous brother. But the last thing, the most important thing, is my husband...Jasper.
Jasper doesn't see himself like I do. He considers himself a monster and a burden on the rest of the family. He struggles with his past and can't even walk past a mirror without cringing. It took years for jasper to feel comfortable enough to even wear short sleeved shirts around me. To him, his scars are his personal demons sent straight from hell. The are constantly the cause of silent pondering and lonely nights. They are always mocking him, reminding him of the things hes done, of what hes been through. They remind him of the wars, of the time spent hunting, training and killing. Of the time spent with her.
Maria haunts his sleepless dreams. He hates what shes done to him. Not only physically but emotionally as well. He broke a lot of his spirit and his joy. Shes made him the guarded and quiet person that most people know. But only a few know the real him. Me, Peter and Charlotte. While hes no longer scared of Maria, he can't forget the horrible things that shes done. But things are getting better. Hes getting more involved with the rest of our family. You can sometimes see him wrestling with Emmett, who believes that he can win. But the truth is, jasper lets him win. He doesn't want to hurt him, and he enjoys Emmett's happy aurora that is given off after winning. You may also find him hanging with his " Twin", Rosalie, Or even comforting Nessie after a nightmare.
Jasper doesn't see himself as a strong person. He actually considers himself to be weak. But hes been through so much, and he still lives. He still fights his inner demons every single day. Life as an empath isn't an easy one. Hes often plagued by other peoples sadness and hurt. He also feels all of our thirsts, combined with his own. All of this makes jasper the strongest person I know.
He always asks me why I waited for his scarred self in that small cafe in Philadelphia. And he always gets mad at my answer. I always tell him that I find his scars beautiful and intriguing. Each scar has a story and a face behind it. While many of these stories are full of pain and sorrow, they show his true strength. The amount of scars show how many hes fought, and how many have lost against him. He always expects me to be frightened by them, but the opposite is actually true. His battle scars make me feel safe, protected even. They let me know that if it ever came down to it, jasper would be able to fight and win. The scars make him special and I love every single one of them.
My favorite scar is the one on his forearm, the one he got protecting me from the crazed newborns. Though I hated his interference at the time, I am filled with joy that he would voluntarily have pain inflicted upon himself just to keep me safe and free of pain.
I love absolutely everything about jasper. Though not everyone sees what I see, hes a sweet, funny and charming southern gentleman. Hes always on guard, ready to attack if somethings were to happen to his family. Once a soldier always a soldier. But when were alone, when its just our emotions around him, is when its the best.
Jasper has an amazing sense of humor. Hes always joking about something, which causes another amazing thing about him to arise... his laugh. When jasper's upset or really happy , his southern accent slips out, and mixed with his deep laugh it makes a sound that would stop my heart if it were to ever beat again.
I also love his arms. His arms are strong, muscular even. But they are also comforting, inviting and even warm. I love to curl up in his lap with the latest fashion magazine, and have him wrap his arms protectively around my waist.
While jasper hates so many things about himself, I can't find any flaws in him. I guess one persons personal flaws are another persons treasure.
As jasper comes into view after another fake wrestling match with Emmett, I can't help but feel love and
happiness for the man that has captured my unbeating heart. He is truly everything to me, and I doubt that I
could ever live without him. Hes saved me from a life of eternal loneliness.
" I love you too, Alice" jasper whispers in my ear after reading my emotions.
" Come on jazz, you need some new clothes after that match with Emmett."
I smile as I hear his deep laugh. " Alright Allie cat, whatever makes you happy," he says, picking me up and
spinning in a circle." But can I take a shower first?"
" Only if I can join you", I add.
" I wouldn't have it any other way" he whispers as he leans down to kiss me." I love you, forever and always Mrs. Whitlocks."