It was never Edward. I tried so hard to pretend that we could be together. Something so absurd that I almost burst out laughing at the very thought.
Looking into his eyes, all I can think is, " Fuck, I really wish I dodged that bullet," and then my brain takes off into the land of superman... speeding bullets...
It's not that I hate him, which I really do, it's that I'm ridiculously competitive.