*TAKEN DOWN. MANY APOLOGIES.* Dear Diary, When he left, I became numb. Safe in a bubble of denial and bitterness. Now, he's back, and I've agreed to be his co-star in a new Broadway play. Obviously, if there were a Nation of Stupid People, I would be their Queen. A/H

Innocence spins him harder than moonshine. Patience makes her glow from the inside. Summertime on the lake, and a fall she fears more than anyone ever should. Wild sweet pea and Jeremiah Weed. Morning rain and pink sunshine. One love. Two mouths. One love. One house. Palm to palm, this is how we always start. What started as an entry for Dirty Talkin Edward, grew and grew.

1994 was the year that The Cranberries lingered on our radios and Jordan Catalano was still the hottest boy we could imagine. But it was also the year that Bella Swan decided to keep a diary. A record of her actions. A place to share her thoughts.

Edward made a decision after that second biology lesson. Two years later that decision is challenged.

Winner of two Summer 2009 Indies. A beautifully plain girl writes the colors used to unravel a young prodigy of the brushstroke. What color are the eyes that see through the heart? Forest green and their rooted brown. AH/M. COMPLETE.

I needed immediately change the subject of my thoughts before I could imagine running my fingers anywhere else. *currently being reworked* please be patient! : auah eb

Edward Cullen, an Olympic swimming star, goes to Beijing with winning gold medals on his mind, but is distracted by the beautiful but clumsy reporter he meets on his way.