A/N: I actually don't think I have anything to say. …Wow. That… Never happens.
Disclaimer: I don't even own a car anymore. Hopefully I will own a shiny 2010 Camaro soon? Fat chance. Uhh, I own an iPod, some cigarettes, some worthless shit and a really pretty wedding band. But not these characters. (There went the incessant talking. I'll shut up now.)
Preface
BPOV
I had only ever known a love for Jasper. High school sweethearts didn't even begin to cover it. We were officially "together" the third day of sixth grade, but it took us until the summer before senior year to fully understand what that meant. And Jasper loves me, I know he does. Sometimes I swear I can feel it emanating from him, as if he's sending waves of his own emotions over to me. This actually disturbs me. If I'm just feeling the intensity of his emotions, who's to say my emotions are… My own?
And… I am unsatisfied. Emotionally, that is.
Sometimes I really hate myself, because I have this amazing man right in front of me, and I still find myself searching for something more… And he isn't. I can see in his eyes that he isn't. I can see that he is perfectly content where he is. I don't understand myself. I don't deserve to understand myself… And I don't deserve him.
When I met Edward – you know what they say about the stars and planets aligning? All that crazy, cheesy bullshit? Well it happens. I can tell you, it happens.
And I can't find it in myself to hate me for that, because, I can see in Alice's eyes that it happened to her too. But the man who realigned her stars and planets was mine.
I suppose that's fair, since the man that realigned my stars and planets was hers.