Isabella Marie Swan is 24 years old. She has one sister named Rosalie and her parents are married. Happily married.
In the last 2 months, I've actually learned some new things.
I've also never counted so much in one day in my life.
She actually prefers the movie adaptations of books.
Strike one.
She puts sour cream on everything. Her dinner choices are less than complete meals and we'll leave it at that.
Strike Two.
I hate sour cream and always have a balanced meal 3 times a day. And 3 snacks.
She listens to all kinds of music. Even that horrid Rap crap full of nothing but derogatory words. Apparently it gets her "hype".
Strike Three.
I only listen to Jazz and R&B. Sue me.
Anyway, more importantly, she's absolutely brilliant.
And as sweet as I once presumed she was from afar, she is anything but.
She doesn't give a fuck about anything.
Needless to say.
As much as I hate to say it…
That beautifully crafted pedestal I put her on?
Shattered. Demolished. Destroyed.
My heart though?
Working over time.