The next day Edward and I had stayed in the hospital for nearly 3 hours in the morning. I was still requested to stay for at least 1 more night, but having Edward with me; I had honestly no problem with it. I could stay here for countless days with Edward by my side, but I knew that couldn't happen. He had work to do and since I was feeling much better, there was no point on him wasting his time staying here with me doing nothing, while he can be working.

Work is stupid, and I also hate this hospital.

I'm beginning to sound like a coward; whining about Edward, and this hospital… I can handle this. I can handle not seeing Edward for a couple hours. I can also definitely handle this hospital.

I glanced at the clock on the wall beside me, it was 12 o'clock. I smiled too myself happy to know I'd finally eat a real lunch, seeing as it's been a couple days since I've had a well balanced meal. I was either sleeping, or too tired to eat so I settled for junk food.

I noticed Diane entering the room with a lunch tray, and my mood lifted. She saw the smile on my face and I saw the corner of her mouth lift too.

"How are you today Bella?" She asked as she put down the tray. "Are you feeling better?"

I smiled at her, about to say I was feeling great, but noticed what she had placed in front of me. The food looked disgusting… it was colorless and absolutely gross-looking.

"I'm feeling… good." I faked a smile, and took a sip of the water.

She looked at my face, and I could tell she knew I was tying.

"Sorry about the food. I know it's not the best…" She grimaced. "But if it helps lift your mood, Edward gave me a note to give you. Between you and me, he told me to wait and give it to you later, but I can't help it! It'll be our little secret, he doesn't need to know." She smiled as she reached in her pocket to hand me a note.

I grinned at her as I opened the letter. I was a little nervous to be opening the note, wondering what Edward could have possibly wrote that he couldn't just say to me in person. I pushed all my curiosity aside and ripped the note out of the envelope.

I unfolded the paper carefully and began reading Edwards elegant script.

"Dear Bella," I read,

[i]From what I had let happen to you that night, I felt I had no hope. While out looking for you, I had begun thinking about many things.

The first thing that had run through my mind was you. I couldn't stop thinking about you and I, and how much our relationship meant to us- and if anything happened to you on my watch, I didn't think I could bear it.

And I almost couldn't.

But the second thing on my mind had changed my thoughts. I had then begun to think what my life would be like without you, and what it [b]was[/b] like without you.

I had never been the one for a serious relationship, but when you came along you were like my forbidden fruit, which had only made me want you more. I knew someone like you would never be interested in a guy like me, but I was proven wrong; and without a doubt, made me the happiest man alive.

But having you say yes sparked something else inside of me. Suddenly the whole world didn't matter. It was me and you, and I wouldn't have it any different. You've changed my world around, and I now see in a different light.

So that night when I stayed up looking for you, all these thoughts passing through my mind as a deep desperation and hope that you haven't left me rushed through my head- I suddenly didn't care anymore.

I did not care about me, or the world, or Paris, or my job. It was you; all I could think about was you. I wanted- needed to know if you were okay. I could care less if you wanted to throw me off a bridge for bringing you here to this city, which lead you to what happened that night.

All I needed to know was if you were okay.

So sitting here, writing this note while waiting for you to wake up has my

mind in a frenzy. I'm thinking about how much you don't deserve a guy like me, and how much better off you'd be without. But deep down I know I could never live without you Bella. The grief I'd put myself through trying to stay away from you has made me realize I'm a greedy man. A world without you is no world at all. I don't know how I survived before you came into my life, but it's now clear to me that it's immensely impossibly if I had even begun to try.

Life has no meaning without you with me, Bella.

I [i]will[/i] love you for eternity, and hopefully you feel the same. [/i]

I re-read the last sentence over and over. Firstly, because tears stained my

eyes, leaving my vision blurry and impossible to see the letters on the paper. Secondly, because once I had finally read the words and had them in my mind scrambling, I couldn't get past what he had meant.

"Bella," I looked up to see Edward here. Diane had left, and now it was just me and him.

"Edward,' I breathed, holding his letter to me.

"You've read it?"

"Yes," I managed to choke out.

"Then I need to ask you something," He began, pacing his way towards me. He leaned down on his knee and pulled a tiny velvet box out of his pocket.

Loud beeping noises filled the room, as I realized my heart was racing. I spotted Diane rushing towards the door to check up on me, but I gave her a glance telling her I was fine. Her eyebrow lifted as she noticed Edwards position. A huge grin on her face appeared as she walked away leaving Edward and I some privacy.

"Bella, I've been thinking about this for some time now, and I can't wait any longer. I'm so sure about this that I'm starting to get mad at myself for not asking you sooner. Hopefully what you read in that letter gave you an insight on how I feel about you, and if I wrote down my emotions properly; you probably know what's going to happen next. I have my whole life to live, and I don't want to waste another minute not living it with you. Isabella Marie Swan, will you promise marry me? Maybe not today, or maybe not tomorrow- but someday, do you promise me?" He opened the blue box to show me the ring. I gasped as I looked at it, so perfect. I looked up at him, and saw his genuine crooked smile plastered there, waiting for my response.

I shook my head frantically, too stunned to speak; hoping my frantic head shake would give away my excitement. I began seeing blurry again, but knew only happy tears could take over my vision. Smiling as doing so, Edward took the ring out of the box, and slid it onto my ring finger; it looked so perfect there. And it was, because…

It belonged there.