2007

It seems when it comes to Edward Cullen, I've always played this ridiculous game of false logic: If this, then.

If he calls, then he's interested.

If he shows up at the Queen Vic, then he likes me.

If he sits next to me, then he's interested in something more.

If he puts his head on my shoulder, then he like-likes me.

If he asks me to dance, then he'll break up with Tanya.

If he breaks up with Tanya, then he'll ask me out.

Now, it's if he texts me, then.

But what do I want the then to be?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Because if it's what I think I want it to be, then who am I? Because that girl? I don't really like her.