AN/ A short dabble i did some time ago. Just touched it up a bit. Edward's pov obviously
I wondered how Bella never knew how she made guys melt right before her very sight. How could she not know the effect she has on me, on Mike Newton; on the world. I may be a bit biased since she is now my wife, but she is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Even though I would never have the guts to say this to Rosalie.
I don't think she has ever even seen her reflection since she has being turned. Her long brown hair just enhances her features, even though she always says she has plain features. I see nothing plain. That first day of school. Nobody was thinking plain. She can't be plain looking if Jessica Stanley was jealous of her.
She stood in front of me with curious eyes. "Do you really believe you are plain looking Bella?" I was the one with curious eyes now. She nodded, not taking her eyes off of me. "Bella, you are not plain." My voice could have being compared to a teacher's at that moment, trying to get the information into a student's head. Only the student was Bella, and she was very stubborn. "You can never be plain Bella. Why can't you see what I see?"
"What do you see Edward?"
"I see long shiny brown hair that always smells of strawberries and a smile that puts a sunset to shame. I see maturity in gleaming brown eyes that takes my breath away, every single time I look at them. I love the way your eyebrows quirk up whenever you stare in disbelief. That your eyes narrow slightly when you are confused or angry, giving you a sexy minx time of look." I took a step towards her, holding her in my arms. I put my head on top of hers, so she was leaning on my chest. Kissing the top of her head, I whispered "I see everything I ever wanted in a soul mate. I see my own perfect soul mate. I see perfection. I see you Bella. You are what I live for." I emphasized the last 2 sentences, hoping she could hear them and would understand fully. I knew she would, we understood each other perfectly.
She pulled away from my embrace and stared into my eyes. It seemed she was speechless. She started mouthing words, trying to form some sentences. "Edward...I love you. Your my soul mate too. I love you Edward Cullen." I saw her head lean forwards and I anticipated the best kiss of my life. After many breathes of unneccessary air, we finished kissing properly. "I love you too Isabella Swan!" We layed on the couch watching whatever was on tv without even seeing it properly. We were both too much in shock as we tried to let what just happened sink it. It was the first time we had said I love you to each other. But that was really the best kiss of my life... I said that out loud unintentionally. Homer Simpson seemed to reply by saying "Best kiss of your life so far." How ironic.