So here it is- as requested by you peeps, I've posted EPOV in RWHDMC.

Hope you all like it!

Summary: After committing a mistake that had caused the break-up of his relationship with his girlfriend, Isabella Swan, Edward Cullen was willing to turn back time to redo his mistake but he was given something much greater. Unbeknownst to both of them that their parents had created a contract stating that their first son and daughter would get married to each other once they reached the age of twenty-three.

She promised she'll never give in to him while he promised that he'll get to have at least one more chance before he gives up.

What starts as a war between the two turns out to be something inevitable…

Companion Story for "Reasons Why He Drives Me Crazy" but could be read independently (Told in Edward's Point of View).

Reflections of a Beautiful Morning

The sun rises above the hillcrest,
As does the joy of my heart;
Rays of warmth and love,
From her I will never depart.

Fresh dew upon the grass,
Young birds chirp in their nests;
I watch her gently sleep,
My love to her I silently profess.

I enjoy the stillness and calm,
Watching as she smiles and dreams;
She brings me to stillness and peace,
Like that of a slow flowing stream.

My heart and soul flow with love,
And I smile as I quietly reflect;
I've been handed a sweet princess,
A sweet princess to love and to protect.

A vow to myself I make,
As she quietly sleeps away;
To love and always cherish her,
Until my last breath... until my last day.

- Michael Brieck -

Preface

We all make mistakes.

It's perfectly normal to create one because we learn from it. I admit I've made a whole lot of mistakes since the day I was born. I've made minor mistakes that would give anyone a laugh when they hear it and I've also made earth-shattering mistakes that make me want to return back to the time so that I could undo it.

I once made the age-old mistake of passing my mother the salt jar while she was mixing dough for cookies. It was Halloween and my mother has a tradition of baking my favorite sugar cookies before I was suppose to go trick-and-treating. However, there was this particular year that I was ecstatic to go out because I heard that there was going to be this cute girl who's coming with my group of friends to trick-and-treat. I didn't bother to read the label and since then, I always checked the label before passing anything to my mom whenever she cooks.

My tongue still remembered the taste of those cookies that we have to give to the neighbor's dog because it was too disgusting to eat.

The cookie incident was one of my minor mistakes. The major mistakes that I've made were few but they were what have made an impact on my life.

I had a relationship with this girl back in high school and I honestly thought that she was the person I was meant to share my life with. I loved everything about her; the carefree way that she would laugh, her expressive eyes that could never lie to anyone and her simplicity. I loved… the whole essence of her. She was a refreshing breath of air whenever I feel stressed; I could count on her to be there. I treasured her… I knew she was precious.

She was easy to please. She didn't want me to be disappointed but I want to give her everything. I don't want her to be disappointed. In fact, the only mistake I made was that I ever let her go.

Her name was Isabella Swan and I loved her like I have never loved anyone before.

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My parents created the Cullen Enterprises after their marriage. The Enterprises' main duty is international trade although we do sell products we found worthy and stamp it with our signature: the Cullen crest. The main office is located at the heart of Seattle and it's always bustling with activities. My father always chose his employees with care so that's why all the employees are efficient like machines.

My office is located at the twenty-second floor overlooking the street view below. It was fully furnished and equipped with modern equipments. The desk was near the window and all of my work was spread on it as of the moment. My laptop was up and running and I saw another "You Got Mail!" messages on it but I chose to ignore it at the meantime. I was at the telephone with my father talking about a topic he deems important.

"I've sent her folder to you yesterday," my father was saying through the phone. "It should be on your desk by now. If it's not there, you could call your secretary. I'm sure she may have it."

Carlisle was talking about the folder containing information about my future wife. I've been told about my engagement since I was seventeen and I could still remember the day as clearly as though it was yesterday. I thought it was the end of the world because I had to break up with Bella then. Circumstances change though; I didn't even have the chance to break up with her because Bella broke up with me. Not that I still wanted to talk about that… Bella is- and forever will be - my past.

I searched through the incoming folders piled on top of my desk and spotted the one my father was talking about.

"It's all right, Dad. I saw the folder." I opened the folder and curiously looked at the picture of the person I was engaged to since childhood; the girl who will bear my name in the future.

I preferred to not think about her at all since she was part of the reason of my break-up with Bella. She was someone that I had to marry because of some contract my parents created with another couple before I was even born. However, I can't deny that she got my curiosity this time.

Just who was this girl who was as unfortunate as I to get engaged to someone she didn't love in this century?

I think I may have dropped my phone by mistake when I saw the picture because I could vaguely hear Carlisle faintly yelling, "Edward? Are you still there, son? Edward?"

I don't know how long I stared at the picture of the smiling girl. It was almost too good to be true. It's as if this came right out of my dreams. I traced her picture with my thumb reverently, longing to caress the real thing.

I came back to my mind a few moments later and remembered that I was still talking to my father. I reached for the phone on my lap and slowly brought it up to my ear. "I've seen her picture, dad. Are you sure that she's really the woman I'm going to marry?"

"I wouldn't send her folder if she wasn't, Edward," Carlisle exasperatedly said. "All the details I've managed to find are there. You can read the folder before we go to her house tonight. I expect you to be here by five, understand?"

"Yes."

"Now listen here, Edward, I know you've always been opposed to this engagement ever since we announced it to you out of the blue but I want you to dine with us tonight. Give the girl a chance, Edward. You might find something in common with her."

"I'll go with you, dad," I promised. "I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

He noticed the change in my tone and suddenly began to say sternly, "Are you lying to me, Edward?"

"No, I'm not. I'll be there, I promise," I assured him and hung up. I returned the phone to its cradle and gazed at the picture once more as I whispered her name; the name I wasn't sure I was ever going to say again after all these years…

"Bella."

Chapter One- A Love Once Lost, Now Found

It Is You I Dream Of

A flower grows from beneath a blanket
Of fine and purest white
It reaches toward the sun for warmth,
For heat and for the light

My love for you grows stronger still,
Despite the surrounding cold
My heart is yours, bartered gone
For yours has it been sold

Its petals shine from morning dew
Its stem grows stiff and strong
It stands strong through the freezing cold
It stands the winter long

I long for you, for your soft touch
I miss the way you smile
The longer that we stay apart
The longer every mile

The flower stretches through the snow
It reaches toward the sun
And now without you the color is gone
The flower's petals, dun

But as we talk, and as we learn
The flower comes back to life
The snow now melts and goes away
As you take away my strife

Spring is here and growth abounds
As you and I are one
We are together, we are in love
The snow for now is done

I see the future, in dreams I have
Of our life, long and true
I see the times where all I need
Are comforting words from you

I see the times when winter comes
As winter tends to do
But we still love, and we still live
And I do still love you

And so we live, with children ours
And a life of much to see
With love we live, to live we love
Happy together are we

I see the flower, older now,
But still strong with fresh new leaves
I see it growing, tall and strong
Reaching to the eaves

We are now old, as years have passed
But old together are we
And strong our love still today
As strong as it can be

- J.R. King –

I've always loved poetry since I was a child when Esme, my mother, read me Shakespeare's Sonnet XVI. I've never told anybody about my love for poetry though, even Bella. I once thought that if I loved poems then something must be wrong with me but I changed my thinking after Bella came to my life.

Poetry is putting love into words. The more time I had spent with Bella; the more I understood poetry. No matter how hard I tried to find a poem that would suit Bella, it just doesn't fit her wholly. It was like a jigsaw puzzle; some parts fit while others didn't.

It was my dream to write the poem that would fit for my love for Bella; it would be my ultimate profession of love. It would be my surprise, once she had forgiven me… if she did forgive me.

Speaking of which, I had just had an idea how to start my poem for her. A love once lost, now found… That's exactly the beginning I was looking for.

I closed my poetry book when Carlisle told me that it was time to go. I've always liked that particular poem in my book because it was what I want my love to be like with Bella. One that still lives after every season; it never dies, it only grows.

"Charlie and Renee, it's wonderful to see you again," Esme greeted Bella's parents.

Funny how I've always wanted to meet Bella's parents long ago but had to wait for the right moment… and to think that they would be the parents of my "fiancé" was ironic indeed.

"And you as well," Renee returned. Her smile grew wide when she saw me. "So this is Edward?"

"Yes, it's nice to meet you, Mrs. Swan," I said politely.

"Call me Renee. I always feel old when someone calls me that," Renee replied.

"We'll have to wait for Bella, I'm afraid," Charlie said. "She might have been caught in traffic."

Or she might not want to see me again, I thought but I dismissed it as soon as I thought of it.

Nonsense, she doesn't know about the engagement as far as I know. Didn't she? Didn't she?

I felt my eyes widen at the possibility of Bella knowing our engagement.

"Mrs. Swan?"

"Renee, dear."

"Uh, right. Renee, does Bella know about this-" I made a motion of pointing to myself.

"The engagement? Of course not." Renee laughed. "Actually, I'm a bit nervous tonight because we're planning to surprise her with the news of her engagement. And knowing my daughter, she wouldn't give in without a fight so…"

Hold on…Bella? Are we talking about the same Bella here? The Bella I know from high school was always shy and she almost always agrees easily to anything to avoid arguments.

What happened to her? Even the folder I read containing her information went this way:

Bio: Isabella is the only daughter of Charlie and Renee Swan; a vice president of her parent's company known for her ambition to stay on top of the business. She's pretty but according to her employees, she has never been in a relationship before. She's said to be hot-tempered and impatient, more of a fighter than a peacemaker once provoked.

That was not the Bella I know. Maybe Carlisle got the wrong information, I decided. That must be it.

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