The day Bella Swan moved in across the hall, my life changed. I fell in love with her. It didn't matter that she had a boyfriend that helped her move in, or the fact that when we crossed paths in the hall, I couldn't even look her in the eye. I was in love.
One afternoon there was a knock at my door. It's her. Why is she knocking on my door? Should I answer it? Pretend I'm not here? I will answer it, but no… that's dumb; it's already taken me too long as it is… why am I such a weirdo? Once I gathered my courage she was gone.
Thankfully she came back the following day. She caught me as I was leaving to go to work.
"Hey! Are you Edward Cullen?"
"Uh-yeah?" At that moment, I wasn't entirely sure.
"I have some of your mail. I stopped by yesterday, but I must have missed you." She smiles at me.
"I was home all afternoon." Why am I an idiot?
"Oh." Puzzled, she hands me my mail.
"Thanks." I mutter, staring at my shoes.
"Well, have a good day!" She says as she shuts her door.
That was three months ago, and I am happy to say we are friends. She is coming over tonight to eat Thai food and watch bad 80s horror movies. It has become our Friday night ritual.
Tonight's the night. I am going to tell her how I feel. Maybe not all of how I feel, but I like her and I would want to take her out on a proper date. I'm gonna skip the I love you parts for now.
As the night wears on, I can't seem to work up the courage, and before I know it, she is telling me she is headed home. Something about an early morning. I offer to walk her back across the hall. She laughs and promises she will be fine.
I shut my door and slide down to the floor. Why am I such a coward?
A few days pass, and I decide to write her a letter. It could be romantic. She might think it's childish, but either way, she will know.
Bella,
I know this is strange getting a letter from me, but every time I try to say these things to you, I lose my nerve, so here it goes. I like you. I like everything about you. Seeing you is the highlight of my day and has been ever since you moved across the hall. I think about you all the time. The way your hair smells and how it would feel to kiss your lips. If you don't feel the same as I do, I understand. I would never want to lose our friendship. I will be home at eight tonight. Please come by either way.
-Edward
I taped it to her door and went to work. I was home at seven-thirty. Her door was shut. I sat and listened for any sign she was coming over. The letter was gone, but that didn't mean she was home now, or maybe she was avoiding me. The minutes crawled. Finally, at 8:03, there was a knock at the door. It was Bella.