Standing quietly in the doorway of our room, I watched Bella. She was lying on her stomach in the middle of the large bed that was covered in a blue bedspread, reading Wuthering Heights, yet again.
Being careful as to not alert her of my presence, I leaned against the door frame, crossing my arms across my chest.
She was facing away from me, her feet in the air, her beautiful mahogany hair falling gently around her shoulders. She was wearing a light blue t-shirt and a gray pair of my sweatpants. I loved it when she wore my clothes. She really liked to wear my hoodies, I could tell. Although they were always too big for her, she always wore them, her tiny frame being swallowed by them.
God, she was so beautiful. No matter what she wore, she always looked perfect. A cocktail dress, when she's all dolled up and ready to go out on the town, or a pair of pajamas when she just felt like being lazy (which she was currently in), she never ceased to amaze me.
I had met her in college, when we were both attending the University of Seattle. We had been placed as roommates in the co-ed dorms. At first, we had just been friends, but that soon changed when we realized we had feelings for one another. I asked her to be my girlfriend and luckily, she said yes.
We dated all throughout college, but I already knew that she was the one, my soul mate, the woman I would spend the rest of my life with. A few months after we graduated, I proposed. She happily said yes, making me the happiest man in the world.
I was marrying the best woman in the world and I couldn't be more ecstatic.
So then, a year and a half later, she became Mrs. Edward Cullen (And I love saying that).
And here we are, over a year and a half later, happier than ever.
She's more than I deserve, many times over. I don't know how I ever got so lucky. I'm the luckiest bastard alive, that's for sure. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me.
She is my love, my best friend, my wife, my heart, my soul, my light. She is… mine. And I'm hers. I don't know what I would do if I ever lost her.
I decide to let her know that I'm here, going to lie next to her. She's startled, but soon relaxes, realizing it's only me. She continues to read her book; although she must have it memorized my now.
Her love is the most precious gift I have ever received. Her love is my everything.
She notices the way my eyes are trained on her face, trying to memorize every detail so I never forget it, even for a moment.
"What are you thinking about?" She asks, using the question I often ask her. She smiles, her eyes warm and wondering.
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