Hello wonderful readers! Due to VERY popular demand, I am re-opening the story. 9 reviews in one day! That's the best ever! For me, anyway. Thank you so much for your reviews! Iridescent Blue, I appreciate your view on the stories' description, but I like it, and it captures attention. Jasper hates Alice?

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This story is still told in the perspective of Edward.

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What Jasper loves.

As an addition to my earlier comment on Alice and Jasper's bond, I would like to shed a little more light on the more positive side of the most mysterious Cullen relationship. The things Jasper loves about Alice. The ten things that he truly adores.

One. He loves her laugh. It complements his deeper, ringing one with her flighty, silver and glass tinkle. It makes him happy to see her happy. Her beautiful voice is his light.

Two. He loves her beautiful, dancing movements, how she glides towards him, how she dances through life. He has only seen her move differently twice. Once, when she was so happy, she did dance. A movement that had Rosalie glaring in jealousy and had Jasper gazing in awe, thoughts full of love.

Three. He loves how she saved him, from being a savage, or being doomed to a life of disappointment. She is his life, what makes him strong. Deep down, he knows, if not for her, he would have died, one way or another. She is his light.

Four. He loves her beautiful smile. The way it lights up the room. It is always accompanied by a beautiful burst of happiness, one that only Jasper can feel. Without her beautiful smile... she would not be his Alice.

Five. He loves how her emotions sing to him, sending all her love to him, even when she clasped his head between her hands, staring into his crimson eyes after his will had failed. She still loved him, no less, but maybe even more. He cannot understand... how someone as pure and good as Alice could love someone as tainted as him. But selfishly –he thinks – he wants her to love him. He does not see that she does, and will never cease.

Six. He loves it when she sits on his lap, his arm curled gently around her waist. She is so beautiful, so perfect. He holds her beautiful frame as if it were made of glass. He loves the look of adoration she gives him as her tiny pixie face gazes up at him, her ever-golden eyes – a tribute to her self control – full of love.

Seven. He loves how she loves him, despite his many, many faults, in his opinion. And his scars. He has never, despite repeated explanations from her, understood why Alice can bear to touch him, stroke his marred skin, tracing the cursed scars that mark him as a monster. He sometimes struggles to understand that she loves him.

Eight. He loves how she fits perfectly to him, her tiny hand perfect in his, her beautiful frame fitting perfectly with his. He loves it when he cradles her against him, her head resting at the perfect height, in the crook of his neck, her sweet breath breezing past his face, her tiny chest rising and falling.

Nine. He loves how she holds his hand, sits on his lap, has a gently close contact. Nothing like Rosalie and Emmett's sickeningly physical relationship. He loves it when he can slip his hand around her tiny waist, pull her close, hold her, know she is safe, and with him. He brings his lips closer, to press against her beautiful hair...

Ten. He loves her. Plain and simple. For everything she does and doesn't do, he loves her. They are two halves of one whole, together forever. Bonded in a deep mental link, one that even I cannot understand. She is the world to him. I remember, stepping off the plane coming back from Italy, The first thought I heard, above the mundane lives of the humans around her, Jasper's mind calling to hers. Craving. His pain was clear, if she had been harmed... I tried very hard to ignore the thoughts Jasper had been having, so much worse than my own previous considerations of the Volturi.

If Jasper ever lost Alice... I think we shall lose Jasper. I know we will. But do not take these words as though it is a one sided relationship. Alice loves him just as much as he does her. Their love is limitless. Boundless. Perhaps... next time, when I pen my knowledge of Alice and Jasper's relationship... It shall be my sister's mind I shall delve.