Preface
What happens when you end up with your second choice? What happens when the one that you love, the one that you gave all of the little pieces of yourself to, runs off and leaves you empty-handed? What happens when the person that you love second-best, the person who was always runner-up comes in and looks you in the eye and accepts that he will never be all that you need. Is it fair to be with him? Is it fair to take his hand and place it firmly in your own? Even when you still cry yourself to sleep every night over the other boy that stole your heart? Stole it, left, and forgot to give it back.
What do you do then?
Everyone always talks about Prince Charming. Your one and only. The one person that you will love more than the rest. The one person who will sweep you off your feet and carry you into your happily-ever-after. I'm not stupid. Or at least I didn't think that I was. I knew that Edward and I couldn't have forever. I knew that I wasn't, and would never be enough to hold him. But I still had been virtually unprepared when he left me there in the forest. When he told me that he did not love me. That I was no good for him.
It will be as if I never existed.
And so far, it had. He hadn't contacted me, he hadn't shown up, he had kept all of his family members from doing so too. He had kept up his end of the bargain, if you didn't include my shattered heart. If you didn't include my crazy hallucinations, the hole in the very center of my being. The way that I was always wrapping my arms around myself to hold myself together, to keep from everyone having to see me laying here, shattered.
Because he was in my every thought, my every move, my every breath. He was always there, making sure that I was still thinking about him, making sure that I was always trying to hold myself together, making sure that I could never breathe right.
He was always there. Even when he wasn't.