Disclaimer: Still not a genius, meaning I still don't own Twilight.
I'm happy. Really, I am. I have a husband with whom I am madly in love with, and the most beautiful baby girl I could possible imagine. I have a small but nice home, I have a job, I have my books. There's absolutely no reason at all for me to be feeling like this.
I love Jacob more than anything and everything else in the world combined. He's given me so many things that I never even knew I wanted. Living in La Push wasn't always what I'd had in mind, but I have a life here now, and I've carved my place in the world. It's a small place, but it's all mine.
Jacob and I have been together for nearly twelve years, ever since the summer after my junior year of high school. He'd grown out of his awkward adolescence and into the kind of guy that I knew was meant for me. He was strong, understanding, he made me laugh, and best of all, he loved me. I always felt like I knew Jacob inside and out. With Jacob, there were no surprises. With Jacob, I was safe.
True to my mother's wishes, we waited to get married until after we had graduated Washington State, and on my thirtieth birthday, I became Isabella Marie Black. It just feels like it was all meant to be.
But through all of our happy years together, through all the memories, the warm touches, the intimate kisses, I've been wondering something. It's really stupid, because it's been almost thirteen years, and I never saw him again. But every time I see my husband, I'm forced to wonder about that boy in my biology class so many years ago. I always think about what may have been, if he and his family hadn't left town so abruptly. I know we would have had something. Even after all this time, I remember the look he had in his eyes the first time he saw me, the way he saved me from being crushed by Tyler Crowley's van. I never told anyone about that. I kept my promise to him, even though he didn't extend me the same courtesy.
I'm happy. I have an amazing life, a healthy daughter, and I'm crazy in love with my husband. But sometimes, on those rare sunny days, I think about the boy who saved my life. I know I could have loved him, maybe as much as I love Jacob. Maybe more. I'm happy, but that doesn't stop me from wondering what happened to that beautiful, mysterious boy who will always own a piece of my heart.