Why I Love Bella
I love her clumsiness, even if it does mean hours in the emergency room.
I love the way she blushes when she says or does something daft.
I love the way she's picked up on my quirks, sure sure.
I love her smile.
I love the colour of her eyes.
I love how comfortable she is around me.
I love the way she curls up to me when she's cold.
I love the milky colour of her skin.
I love the effort she puts into everything, even if that is denying her feeling for me.
I love the feel of her lips against mine.
I love the way her face lights up when she sees me, even if it's now a look filled with guilt.
I love the feel of her soft silky skin on mine.
I love the noises she made, soft gentle moans that set my soul on fire.
I love the way she felt in my arms, when I held her close knowing I was about to lose her forever.
I love the way she made love to me.
I love the vision of the future we could have had.
But it's not enough.
No matter how much she loves me, how special the night we shared, how much better for her I would be, we both know I'm only Paris. She'll always love Edward more.
