''Why,'' I ask her.
''Do you still love me,'' she asks.
''Yes,'' I awnser automatically.
''Can you give me another chance,'' she asks, her eyes shining with hope.
''Micha,'' I whisper.
''Seth, that was the stupidest thing I've ever done. And...I didn't want to ceat on you,'' she says as she looks down.
''But you said,'' I begin.
''I know wat I said. But I didn't,'' she says.
''Then why would you leave me?''
''It's not because you're ugly. You never where. You look as good now as you did when you still had your scars. But...you don't love me.''
How can she possibly believe that. I've told her countless times I love her, and she's never said it back.
''You know I love you.''
''Yes. Because of imprinting. You never would have noticed me if you hadn't imprinted.''
''Micha, don't be stupid. I've liked you since kindergarten,'' I explain.
''No. No. That was a little crush. I need to be loved, and I thought he loved me...b ut...,'' Micha whimpers.
I can't help it. I pull her into my arms, she cries into my chest, and I stroke her hair.
''I love you,'' I tell her.
''Why?,'' she whimpers ,''I'm stupid, fat, ugly...and a careless man's careful daughter. You could do better.''
''No. You're a carless man's careful daughter, but I turned you into a little rebel. Remember when we went cliff diving? The look in your eyes...you where so light and carefree! How can I not fall in love with you,'' I whispered into her ear ,''You're laugh is wonderful, and your voice is like a symphony. You're mine, I'm yours, and that's the way it is supposed to be.''
She's crying. I'm soothing. We're sitting on the couch, and it's just us.
''You can't leave, you're too upset. You're sleeping here tonight.''
This is awkward. My mom and Leah are spending the night in Seattle, so we are aloe togethere all night. For the very first time, sine someone always came home the last times.
I carry her upstairs.
About an hour later, it is like we never broke up. My shirt is off. her pants are on the floor, and she is wearing my pajama shirt.
She discreetly sniffs my shirt .
''It still smells like you,'' she smiles.
I am on my laptop. I am sitting in the middle ofthe bed, and she is behind me with her arms wrapped around my neck.
''You'll see,'' I smile.
She turns my face to kiss her.
I've missed this.
When we wake up in the morning, her head is on my shoulder and I have my arms wrapped around her.
''Good morning, beautiful,'' I smile as I kiss her head.
''Good morning, baby,'' she smiles.
She straddles my waisst and kisses me before whispering in my ear.
''Thanks for not pushing me.''
As if I ever could.
Disclaimer-Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight