Tasting life, numb again.
Close my eyes, it begins.
I cannot stumble here; I am safe inside my head.
When I wake up I'll forget; I'll come back to my mess.

~ Natalie Walker, Waking Dream ~

I believe that Edward is calling me.

That he is trying to tell me where to find him.

Every night I dream of him. Sometimes it is simply all of the beautiful memories we have made together; but other times, he calls out to me. He does not say it, but he wants me to find him. I know it.

The two of us now lie in a field together. It is a mesmerizing field, full of numerous flowers and the greenest grass I have ever seen. We sit amongst the flowers simply talking, just enjoying being in each others arms. I lie down slowly, resting my head on the grass below me. My eyes follow Edward as he moves to lie beside me.

We lie there for a while, me gazing into his beautiful green eyes, him gazing into my deep brown. It feels as though he is staring right into my soul, and I love it. I am hypnotized. The sunlight suddenly bursts through the clouds, hitting us and making Edward glow. I smile, turning my head to gaze up into the sun.

The light is blinding; so bright I can no longer see. It is fine with me if I go blind at this moment. It only seems poetic that the last thing my eyes should see be him. The most beautiful vision I have ever been blessed to witness. I reach out to my side, reaching for his hand. When I find nothing, I begin to panic.

I shoot up in bed, now soaked in sweat. "Edward?" I ask, looking around in confusion. But as usual, he is not here.

I am alone in my bedroom, and it is three in the morning.

This is not the first time this has happened.

I believe that Edward and I are twin flames; we are two souls forever intertwined with one another, feeding off of the other to survive and dancing together until the end of time.

We belong together.

Forever.

Other boys look at me with desire; they look at my gentle curves, my soft brown eyes, the beautiful brown waves that cascade down my back like a waterfall. They want me; I can tell. Some even tell me so. But I always turn them down. They would not understand if I explained to them, so I don't.

That I love Edward, and only Edward; only my other half.

And I am waiting for him.

Getting more desperate for his love with every moment that passes me by.

As I sit on the porch step of my home now, looking out at the woods, I think of an old saying I heard once. Dum spiro, spero. While I breathe, I hope.

As long as I am breathing, as long as I am alive, I will forever live in the hopes of finding my love.

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