I am lying there on my back looking up at the sky as the cool summer night breeze flies around me. There is just a tiny sliver of the moon high in the sky and

thousands of twinkling stars shining around it. I always love nights like this, when everything seems perfect, and it looks as if nothing will ever change, that I

will wake up and everything will still be perfect. The night fools you like that sometimes, but then the sun comes out and everything goes back to normal,

people late for work, buying their usual coffee and honking their horns at the slow traffic. The world just seems to slow down at night and it feels like

anything is possible. I turn my head to the road as a single car went by, probably the first one in hours. Its headlights lit up everything and then it all turns

dark again. I sigh getting up and grabbing my shoes from where I left them on the grass. I slowly make my way back to my bedroom window, easing it up

gently, I am slightly surprised when it doesn't creak at all but then again I have been using it more often lately. I used to only come out at night every once

and a while when I couldn't fall asleep but for the past couple of weeks I have been coming outside almost every night. I make my way across my room past

my dresser and nightstand to my bed, trying hard not to think about the picture that I put in my dresser almost two weeks ago. I lie down on my unmade

bed and feel a single tear roll down my cheek. I can't help but cry, my whole life is thousands of miles away and I know he is smiling at me in that picture in

my dresser drawer.

I am completely exhausted when I finally get up in the morning, while making my way to the kitchen to feed my grumbling stomach I keep telling

myself that it's only five more months, only five months until I get to see the man I love. I get a bowl out of the cabinet and pour myself a bowl of cereal, I

know my dad thinks I am crazy. Before he left my dad said it was only a summer romance that I shouldn't get in too deep but I never listened because I was

completely in love with him and I knew it was way more than what my dad thought it was. While eating I get out a piece of paper and a pen and start

writing. I write to him every day and even though he told me that he probably wouldn't get them and if he did it would be quite awhile before I got a letter

back because they move around so much, I haven't given up hope.

I took my pen and with a shaky hand I started writing, Edward, I have missed you so much the last couple of weeks... I take a deep breath and push the

paper away, I can't do this right now I am very close to another breakdown and I need some fresh air. I go upstairs and take a shower trying to soothe my

horrible headache I got from crying so much. Half an hour later I am walking down the street going nowhere when I hear someone calling my name.

"Hey Alice", I hear myself saying. "Bella, where have you been I thought we were going to that party last night but you never showed and when I called

you your phone was off. You scared me Bell." "I'm sorry Alice I forgot all about it and I think my phone is dead." "That's okay, I was just going over to

Martha's to get some coffee, you want to come?" "Sure Alice sounds good." Martha's is the only really good place to eat in this insanely small town that we

live in and Martha has always been like a grandma to me. Plus her coffee always seems to make me feel better.

When I open the old door to her diner the little bell dings announcing our arrival and Martha looks up from the stove where she is making what must be

the best smelling bacon ever. "Hey girls, your just in time for some bacon." Alice hops over and grabs the plate of bacon, scarfing it down with a mumbled

thanks. "Can I just have a coffee Martha, I had some cereal at home." "Sure thing sweetie." While she is pouring my coffee Alice is already over the party I

missed last night and now she is talking about "The Best Party Ever" which is supposed to be tonight. "Bella you have to come over before the party so we

can make sure our outfits coordinate." That is the thing about Alice she is into fashion, makeup, parties but I am completely opposite, I could care less about

what I look like or if I go to any parties at all. Alice always gets mad at me saying that if I went to parties or tried a little harder with my appearance guys

would be lining up at the door. I didn't used to care if I had a line of guys waiting for me, or any guys for that matter, but that was before Edward.

It was a normal Friday night, I was at Alice's trying on every outfit she threw at me getting ready for another "amazing" party, letting her do

whatever she wanted with my hair and makeup, not caring in the least about the party she said would be incredible. On our way there Alice turned up the

music and she sang her heart out just like always and when we got there she went straight for the beer while I hung back like I usually do. I wondered into

the kitchen, seeing only one other person who was just sitting at the table looking bored out of his mind, he didn't even look up as I jumped up on the

counter planning to stay there for awhile. I looked out the window seeing that the party had moved outside as well. The guy seemed to notice my presence

and he looked up at me. As soon as I saw his face I knew he wasn't like all the other guys here. He looked kinder gentler like he wasn't here to dance and

drink but was here for a reason, a purpose. With a grin he said, "I think you're missing the party." I laughed saying, "I'm not that into parties." "Me either",

he said. I wondered what he was doing here if he didn't like parties but then again I was here and I hated parties. "I'm Edward by the way." He said it like

he was trying to be nonchalant about it but he wanted to talk to me. "I'm Isabella but everyone just calls me Bella", I heard myself saying. I'm not exactly

sure why I was still talking to him but he was cute, about my age, and there was just something in his eyes, like he had a mysterious and captivating story

to tell, and I wanted to hear it. "Well Ali would you like to dance with me?" If it was any other party and any other guy I would have said no, but it wasn't

and for some reason that I still don't really understand, I said yes. The rest of the night was one of the best nights I had had in awhile. We danced for a little

bit and then we sat down and just talked, about anything and everything. It scared me how open and genuinely happy I was while talking to him, I felt

completely safe with him. After that night we were inseparable, we did everything together, spent every waking moment with each other.

"Alice I'm not sure I want to go to this party tonight." I am sitting in her room as she tries on dress after dress, getting ready for the party. I haven't

been to a party since Edward left and I'm afraid if I do go it will be to much to handle. "Bella we've been over this, I think you should just forget him. If he

wanted to stay with you I think he would have called by now." "Alice stop okay he said before he left it was going to be hard but I trust him." And I do trust

him, he loves me and I know it, sometimes it's just hard not having him here to tell me.