I saw him reading Peter Pan. He has this emotion in his topaz eyes that I just can't help but ask him what it is.
"I am just looking at the story plot; it's as if we are the characters. I'm Peter and you're Wendy, the irony is, I want you to grow old and you want to be in Neverland."
"Edward, we are in the real world not some children's book," I started, "but if Peter Pan were to ask me if I want to be in Neverland and never grow old, I would refuse to go."
"Why?"
"Because I have something better to do, and that is grow old and more in love with you."
He walked gracefully to me, and pulled me into an innocent kiss.
"And plus, in weeks, I can still grow old with you, and its forever, like Neverland, only better."