Three weeks. Three horrible weeks have passed since Edward got on that train. Every day I listen to the radio to keep up with what is happening in Germany. When the mail comes, I nearly collapse in fear. I hope and pray to god that we won't get the letter. The one that says he won't be coming back to us. I would fall apart.

I haven't heard anything from him since Edward left. My days used to be filled with laughter and love. Now, I spend my days sitting in front of the bay window, watching the driveway—waiting for him to come back to me. I need him like I need air to breathe. As I'm waiting, I surround myself with the only thing I have left of him. My memories of our time together. The sunlight coming through the window hits my engagement ring and I remind the day he asked me to marry him.

We have spent every day of the last six months together. He made me feel precious and he treated me like I was made of the rarest glass. We were lying in our spot under the weeping willow tree in my aunt's garden. It was our escape from prying eyes. A place where we could just be together without someone watching our every move. He was lying on his back and I was curled up to his side with my arm thrown over his stomach. I was tracing patterns along his stomach.

"That tickles," he whispered and looked down at me.

I looked up at him and was struck by just how much love and adoration radiated from his eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" I whispered back just was quietly, afraid to break the silence and ruin the intimacy of the moment.

"No, I never want you to stop"

Suddenly, we weren't talking about tracing patterns. His statement was much more profound. It was as if he was asking me to never stop loving him or being with him. The passion in his tone made me sit up a little. I searched his eyes for what could have possibly brought on such a heartfelt declaration. All I found was overwhelming love.

"You really love me don't you?" I questioned softly while still looking in his eyes. It was incredibly hard for me to believe someone so wonderful could want to be with me just as much as I wanted to be with him.

His eyes immediately filled with fiery passion and slight irritation. "You really have no idea do you? You really can't see how much I need you? How completely and totally in love with you I am?"

I sat up completely, startled by his change in mood. He grabbed my face in both of his hands and whispered the most perfect words I had ever heard.

"Silly girl. You are absolutely perfect," he tenderly kissed my cheek.

"You're kind, caring, and have the biggest heart," reverently he kissed my forehead

"You're everything I never knew I always wanted. When I was a little boy, I used to dream of the girl I would rescue from her tower. A girl who would be my perfect match in every way. She would challenge me, support me, but most importantly, she would love as deeply and completely as I loved her. As I got older, I realized I would never find that girl because she didn't exist. And then I met you and you're a million times better than any woman I could have imagined."

His thumbs started gently stroking my cheeks and it was only then did I feel the tears streaming down my cheeks. His affectionately placed a kiss on my other cheek.

He took a deep breath and with so much emotion in his voice whispered to me, "I can't live without you. My world would fall apart. You understand me in ways no one else ever has. You push me to be a better man. I want to be men I see in your eyes when you look at me. You make me laugh and cherish every second of my life because you're in it. For so long, I've felt like I've been missing something. Now I know I've been missing my other half. My soul mate. The first time I saw you that hole in my chest disappeared and everything fell into place. I love you with all my heart and soul. So, Isabella Marie Swan, marry me. Promise to never leave my side. Tell me that I can look into your eyes for the rest of my days and see all the love you have for me. Say that you want a house full of children with me. Swear to love me as much as I love you for the rest of your life and I promise to spend the rest of mine making you as happy as I am at this moment. Six months ago, today, you stole my heart. Tell me now, may I have yours?"

No one had ever said to anything remotely like that to me before. His face looked so sincere, so vulnerable, but his eyes captivated me. They held such love and anticipation, but also uncertainty and fear. He thought I could possibly say no to that?

I composed myself as much as I could and place my hand on his cheek, "You ridiculous man. You've had my heart from that very first day. I love you so much. I would love nothing more than to be your wife."

Relief and joy passed over Edward's face as he pushed me back in the grass and hungrily attacked my lips. His hands moved to my waist as his tongue swiped against my bottom lip asking for permission that I immediately granted. We kissed like that for a few minutes and Edward growled. I giggled.

He pulled away and looked amused, "Find something amusing my dear wife?"

A shudder went thorough me when he called me his wife. I couldn't wait for that to be true.

"I'm not your wife yet and I don't think it's considered polite to growl at your wife," I coyly responded.

"In all the important ways you are my wife. You're just too tempting for your own good," he mumbled against my neck. We spent the rest of the afternoon cuddled up, kissing, and touching while we thought about our future.

The honk outside brought me out of my daydream. I looked out the window just in time to see the mail carrier place today's mail in the box. I raced outside with equal amounts of fear and anticipation to the mailbox. I tore the lid open and quickly rifled through the letters when I stopped short.

It was here. I had gotten my first letter from Edward.

A/N: What do you think? Suggestions?