ENTRY #14

Missives From The Heart


Dear Edward,

Thank you for saving me from the wrath of Mr. Banner in Biology this morning. I cannot believe I killed the frog we were dissecting. It's just that I felt bad for the frog and thought I would put an end to its misery. In my defence Mr. Banner never told us that we had to keep them alive!

Look at me, rambling about a dead frog when I was planning to write a serious letter to you. The thing is, Edward, no matter how everyone dislikes you for being broody, and maybe think of you as slightly arrogant because you just don't seem to notice all the girls in school fawning over your looks … I don't feel that way. I don't mean that I don't want to fawn over you; I just mean … I don't see you that way. Not that you're not nice to look at … Ugh! I'm rambling, aren't I?

Ok, let me try this again. Edward, I feel like there's another side to you than just a pretty face. Not that you're pretty in a girly way. You're a manly kind of pretty, you know? Oh God! I really suck at this, don't I?

What I want to ask you in this letter is, Edward, do you want to go to the valentine's dance with me?

Hoping against hope that you will say yes,

Bella


Dear Bella,

I know I might come off as a moody, indignant, maybe even slightly ill-mannered guy, but I assure you, that isn't my intention … not towards you at least. The reason behind my constant irritation is that I hate being objectified by the female population of the school. What's even worse is I am loathed by the male population for aforementioned objectification. It's like being trapped between a rock and a hard place.

I hope I am not coming off as an arrogant brat, but Bella, I really don't care about being admired for my appearance. It's not like I had any hand in that matter. It's simple genetics. If I am to be commended, I wish to be commended for my intelligence or skills—as you might've gathered from my long-winded letter, eloquence is not one of them.

The thing is, Bella, when you look at me across the desk we share in biology, I finally feel seen. I don't feel like you're just seeing Edward Cullen, the varsity quarterback, but me … just the way I am. Today, I am offering you my heart, Bella, however flawed it might be, and I hope you won't turn me down.

Isabella Swan, would you be my valentine?

Hoping to be yours soon,

Edward


Cupid watches from his perch as the two individuals slip their heartfelt missives in each other's lockers and smiles. They have found the way to each other's hearts without any aid from him. They truly are soulmates destined to be together.


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