Author's Note: Update 11/22/09: This story is extremely old, and really is no longer a valid representation of my writing. There are a lot of mistakes and such and you're free to point them out if you feel the need, but chances are I already know and it's something I've fixed in my current writing.
Why do feel this way? Why do you mean so much to me?
I can't even remember how we met. I vaugely remember James. That was all so long ago.
I should've listened when you said human memories fade. When you said this was Hell.
Why didn't I listen? Why did I insist on this life?
I hate it. I hate every goddamn thing. It's disgusting, having to hunt. And having to stop myself from eating people who used to me my friends.
I can't ever go back. I will never see Charlie again. I never see my mother again.
Why didn't I stop you? Why didn't I run away?
I could've stopped you. I could have been like everyone else and stayed with my family. Not fake my own death.
I could've done something with my life. I could've done something wonderful for the world.
Why did I throw all my chances out the window? Why'd I stay?
I never left your side. I stayed when I learned you were a vampire. I never gave up on you after you left me.
I risked my life and followed you to Volterra.
Why do I feel this way everytime you look at me? Why do I melt when you smile?
I don't understand this warm feeling I get whenever I'm around you. You make me feel like I'm the only person on the planet.
I'm positive you won't ever hurt me...I think.
Why are you looking at me that way? Why are you so worried?
"Bella," You whisper, and I can't help but think of how beautiful the sound is. "Why do have that look on your face?"
And, after seeing your own cute worried look, I realize you really do care about me. You love me, in fact.
And suddenly, I find my answer all over again. The answer to everything.
"Because I love you."