Bella's point of view

I woke up on the couch alone, which I really wasn't expecting. I expected Edward to be there, lying with me and holding me tight.

I got up and looked around, wondering where Edward could possibly be. I ran my fingers through my hair, walking around, my bare feet brushing against the carpet. The apartment seemed completely empty and quiet.

I walked into the kitchen to see a yellow sticky note sticking to the fridge.

Something came up. I had to go. I'll call you later. Love you.

P.s. Start writing.

I smiled at the end of the note and stuck it back on the fridge, admiring the elegance of his handwriting. I wished my handwriting was like that, except that it wasn't.

I let out a sigh. I was looking forward to spending some quality time with him but I guess it couldn't be helped. I turned around and glanced at the clock. It was passed twelve in the afternoon and getting closer to one. My stomach grumbled.

I grabbed my cellphone and dialed the pizza place. In thirty minutes, the pizza arrived. I paid and carried the box to the living room. I opened it and dug in greedily. I looked around the area.

It seemed so lonely without him here. It was pathetic to say that I couldn't even remember my life before I had met him. I was starting to wonder if I was getting too dependant on him. I've never really been dependant on anyone before and it didn't seem like a good thing to be so dependant on someone I didn't really know.

Maybe I was just over thinking everything. It felt right, and that was all that mattered right?

I sighed and leaned back into the couch. I was trying to write but when I thought about everything that's been happening to me, I couldn't seem to put it into words. I knew how I felt about Edward but it was hard to put it into words. Nothing could ever describe it.

Maybe I wasn't cut out for this writing gig.

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. I had no idea what I've gotten myself into.

It was around nighttime when Edward finally called me. We talked for hours and hours on end about nothing and about everything. I told him how much I had missed him today and he told me the same thing. It was around midnight when we decided to hang up and go to bed.

I wanted him to come over and he wanted to come over, but neither of us said anything. Maybe a little time apart would do me some good.

I said good-bye to him and hung up. I sighed and buried my face into my pillow, already missing him terribly.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. There was something missing though. I tossed and turned but couldn't get in a comfortable position. There was something missing and I couldn't sleep. Was my dependence on Edward really healthy?

Edward came over in the morning, carrying breakfast. We sat down at the breakfast bar and ate.

"So, I have some lyrics that I've written for our song. Do you want to sit down after breakfast and look over them?"

I stopped chewing and thought it over. Should I or should I not? "Um, Okay," I said, unsure. I mean, I wanted to hear what he had so far, but weren't we supposed to write it together? Well, I mean, I couldn't thought of anything up so maybe it was good that he actually got something done.

I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday. I couldn't get on the internet and i was gone most of the day. I didn't get a change to write more and I haven't even finished my homework. I should go do that. sigh. I'll try to write more next week. I'm still writing the song so please be patient. Bye bye everyone. :)