Don't you hate it (when late at night) your conscious breaks out talking, disturbing your sleep? Running inane questions over and over, laughing, and watching you toss and turn.
Who is Edward Cullen?
Is he young or old? Does it really matter?
Does he really have a crocked smile or strait smile?
Does he really have (what do they call it) sex hair or does he just not comb it?
Are his eye's really green? Or blue? Or hazel?
Does Edward Cullen, have the body of a Greek God? Or cowboy? Or sailor? Or an Oompa-Loompas
Is his hair copper colored? Or black? Or brown?
Is he forever seventeen? Or is that just simple wishing?
Is he possessive? Or selfish?
Who Is Isabella Swan?
Is she young or old?
Is she really a klutz?
Is her hair brown and long?
Are her eye's brown?
Is her face shaped like a heart, oval, or round?
Will she sacrifice herself just to be with him?
Does she consider his needs before her own?
To answer these questions read Stephanie Meyers, Twilight Saga.
As for Me, I'll answer those questions for myself.
My Edward Cullen's name is not Edward. His name starts with a G and so does his last. He doesn't have a crocked smile that makes every woman swoon and though women are affected by his smile, it's only meant for me.
His eyes are dark brown; almost black. And I like to watch them change according to his moods, especially when I know how I affect him.
He's my height and was way to skinny when we met. Now he's healthy and a little round in the middle, but he still takes my breath away after fifteen years.
His hair was long in the back with heavy curls that gave it body. Back then it was black, now we call it salt and pepper.
He wasn't seventeen when we met but twenty-six. He has aged since then, but every now and then I still see the man I met back then.
He's never offended if I flirt because he knows I'm coming home with only him. He likes to watch men watch me and then clasp my hands and walks me to the door without a word.
My Edward Cullen is not selfish (even if I want him to be at times), and I know some would argue that, but he's not. I am.
He says; I'm it for him, there will never be another. The others before me were exactly that; before me.
I'm not a klutz, though I have fallen on my face more than once. He's always there to pick me up and put me back together.
My hair is not brown; it's red. His favorite quote about it is "Don't let the red hair fool you, she's actually blonde. My hair was long when we met, and now it's short.
My face is oval shaped; not heart shaped. It also has a few more laugh lines then it did when we met. He doesn't care.
To the girls who were before me, he was a piece of meat, there for the taking until I decided it was over my dead body that someone was going to mess with him or hurt him.
He always considers my needs before his own; not necessarily my feelings because my feelings aren't always right.
He loves our children and wants what is best for them, not necessarily what they think is best.
We were friends before we were lovers.
He is my best friend, my lover, and my partner; and I'm his. We are not each other's everything. That seat is already taken by the man above and we both look to him for our answers.
That is who my Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan are
Sometimes I worry that we forget about the real Edwards in our lives. This one is a reminder for myself that reality is better than fiction. Sometimes.