He's always been here.
I was only born a year ago, but I look much older, and I feel much older. And it often seems that I've lived much longer.
I live with my family, and I don't often get to see other people because of the way I age.
But Jacob has always been here.
I don't know why. I suppose it's normal, since he is my mothers friend, even though he's a werewolf. But whatever else he is - a werewolf, an enemy, a friend - he has always been mine.
When I'm with Jacob, I feel safe. I feel at home. We go for walks, or sit outside, and we talk. He tells me stories that make me laugh, or cry, or even hide behind my hands with fear. Whenever that happens, he sits me on his lap and hugs me close and says he's sorry. Then he asks me to sing for him, and I do. Jacob says he likes it when I sing.
Sometimes he has to go away. It's never for more than a day, but a day for me is much, much longer than a day for regular people. I miss him when he goes. I feel like a part of me goes away with him. But he always tells me "don't worry Nessie. I'll be back. Otherwise, how will I keep you safe? And I'll always keep you safe, remember?"
"Promise?" I always ask.
"Promise," he always smiles, gives me a kiss on the cheek, and then leaves. And I always wait for him, counting the long, long hours until I can see my best friend again.
Jacob has always been here. And he always will be. I just know it.