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With the passing of time and the completion of the album nearing, Bella realized that she loved her husband more now, than ever before. He was 52 and she was 50, and although she never thought the day would come, his gorgeous, reddish-blonde hair had begun to show some grey.
Edward is not the only one who started to grey, she thought to herself. Bella shivered at the thought. She hated to think that she was considered old. It was one of her biggest pet peeves. What she wouldn't do to stay young forever. Edward, however, had always wanted to grow old. Or rather, he had always wanted to grow old, with Bella at his side.
The big, five – oh hit her mere months ago, but still, every time she looked in the mirror, Bella could see a difference. Edward continued to reassure her, telling her that she was even more beautiful than when they met many, many moons ago. Her dark, mahogany colored hair stood out dramatically against her extremely pale skin. Both of those things were unchanging, seeing as she hadn't tanned a day in her life. She was still as thin as a twig; however, she had gained a bit of fat here and there. Edward never seemed to complain. And in complete reality, Bella didn't look a day over thirty five with her perfect heart-shaped face barely wrinkled.
Edward was quite the same. They really were the cutest couple. He had beautiful green eyes which complimented her deep, brown ones extremely well. Edward also shared the blessing of almost albino looking skin. There was no doubt on anyone's mind that their children would turn out as white as a ghost.
Bella flipped to the first page of the book. It was a picture of a very young Edward and Bella. Bella was about eight and had the chicken-pox. Edward was sitting right next to her, holding her hand, to help her not scratch. They had been friends forever.
"There you are, I've been scouring the house, looking for you," Edward said, breaking up her thoughts, as he dramatically plopped onto the couch next to Bella.
"Well excuse me, Drama King, but I was just sitting here looking at our photo album," Bella replied, teasingly.
"Ah. Good times, good times."
"Edward…"
"Bella…" He replied, teasing her.
"Do you remember the day that we met?"
"Sweetheart, I am shocked. I may be getting up there, but I'm not that old. Of course I remember the day that we met. Our mothers were old high school friends, and my family had just moved to town…You were seven, and I was nine. You looked at me like the stars that shined in the sky, the pretty lights…"
"Edward Anthony Cullen!" Bella laughed, while swatting his chest, "Do not mock my impeccable taste in music! I know for a fact that I detested you that day. You tried to get me to eat a worm, for God's sake…"
And so began the story of their lives, a story of true love, and the story of how Edward and Bella came to be.
A/N: So I kinda wrote this story on a whim and have no clue whether or not I should continue it…please review and tell me if you are interested. Thanks
