We should all be so lucky, in an imperfect world, to have someone love us. For in an imperfect world, love is hard to find. I consider myself lucky, for I have two men that love me, but I can't have both. Damn you, imperfect world. Unfortunately, each of these men make up half of me, without both, I am not whole.
One of them is my day. He is the sun, the clouds, the warmth. He was able to pick up the pieces of my once shattered heart. (Which he believes should have never been shattered in the first place) He knows me. Knows what I need without me saying a word. He would do anything for me, of that I am sure.
The other is my night. He is cool, smooth, and hard. Almost the perfect embodiment of a Greek God. He is protective of me. God only knows what he would do if I died. He always makes me smile, even if I am mad at him. I am his world and he is mine. We revolve around each other. He would do anything to keep m safe, including locking me away somewhere.
But because this is an imperfect world, I cannot have both. Who should I choose? Jake, who is my sun and warmth, or Edward, my knight? I know for a fact that one should have both day and night, but I am only allowed one, because of the imperfect world.