PROLOGUE

I never thought of myself as perfect. Nevertheless, I don't agree with the people who thinks so. In fact, it is what I want to be. All my life, I tried to be perfect. I tried to be the perfect son, the perfect brother, the perfect cousin, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect friend and even the perfect stranger. I guess, the perfection I want isn't what everyone else sees. Everyone but her. Isabella Marie Swan. She made me see the real essence of the perfection I've always worked for. She made me realize that everything I am now is indeed perfect. Every word I say, every thought that could ever come into mind, everything about me is a taste of perfection. But behind it all, the only perfection I see in me is HER.