I am on Bella's roof again. Being near her and hearing the thrum of her pulse makes me feel her heart is beating in my chest. I had hoped nobody would catch me at Bella's this time, but had no such luck, as Alice got a vision. It seems I will never be left in peace.
I shall spend the night writing Neruda, Rilke and Byron on the edges of the roofing shingles that lie over Bella's fair head, protecting her from the dreary Forks rain. I shall cover the whole roof with my love for her, though she will never see, it will make me feel nearer to her. How I wish that I could confess my passion, which burns so fiercely it keeps me warm despite my preternatural chill.
Jasper says I have 'a head full of stump water', but Alice thinks it's sweet. That obnoxious chump Emmett threatened to tell Charlie I have a crush on him. If he does, I shall slash his tires.
A/N: Please leave a review! Edward is deeply romantic, but also has no sense of what might be invasive. What do you think he'd do for Valentine's Day as Bella's secret admirer?