It's a funny thing, love. You don't really have an idea of what it is until you fall for someone. Aparently it's like what the werewolves do: imprinting on someone. You just meet that person and boom! It's not like you'll be letting go any time soon. I don't really get love, even though I've been imprinted on, but I'm only seven years old so, well, hey, I guess no-one knows what love really is at that age. By the way I'm not some kid writing a little love story about a princess and Mr. Charming, I'm a fully grown woman, I prefer teenager, stuck at the physical age of 16 for eternity.
Really, it's not that bad, I just kind of age but I don't grow old. I think it's awesome, never growing old. It's not like my family will die or anything, I mean, if your reading this, my mum probably told you all about the Cullens and Quileutes, and how I was almost destroyed.
So, my mum was a human in love with a vampire (Dad). They went on a honeymoon and I popped up behind the garden gooseberry bush. Uh oh everybody thinks I'm a kid that got bitten, Jacob imprints on me and will never let me out of his sight again and I took seven years to become a fully grown half-blood. (don't forget mum's a vampire by now)
Anyway that's the back story, let's get on with life.