Nothing happens on accident, by chance, out of luck, or by coincidence. There is a reason for every existence, every action, every emotion, and every love. No matter when it begins, or when it ends, or how it grows, and how each being feels, love is love, and nothing can be compared to that.
Thoughts cannot express how one feels in love, it is too much to grasp. With love there are certain sacrifices, each being must make. But when the love controls your life, your actions, and it is your only emotion, the love can only grow stronger.
As soon as a relationship begins, it becomes your main concern. As each being feels more comfortable and trusting with the other, the seed of love begins to sprout. Love makes the relationship strive; it is the sunlight of a plant. Each person must keep loving that person and love that person with their whole heart. Every love is different, but everyone wants love, needs love; and once you find love; your life revolves around that love.
Love is something most people find, but not many people can find the love I have, werewolf love.
I could hear my mother discuss the issue of moving to my dad, the concern in her voice was so clear; I could imagine her brows burrowed, jaw locked, and her mouth forming a hard, pressed line. “Renesmee is growing up to fast; lets’ take her where she can start over, make new friends. For goodness sakes Edward, she has no friends! I just feel as if I am making her suffer. I want her to be content; she needs some interaction with people! We are keeping her at home too much. Renesmee needs a normal life! Edward, can’t you see she doesn’t fit in? She is left alone, the only human she knows is Charlie, Sue, and Billy! Edward, I need to see her normal, she wants that, I feel it.” My mother stated in her perfect, ringing voice. “Bella love, you have to see that she isn’t normal, she never will be. This is why we have to stay here. You know we can’t separate her from Jacob. And Charlie would be devastated. She is perfect, and although she may not encounter many humans, we know she is being loved—“No Edward, that is my point, she needs friends, human friends. What if she only knew vampires and werewolves all her life? Think of the pain of being alone would be to her.” Mom sighed whole-heartedly. As I walked into our small den, the stone fireplace lit, with my reflection visible in the flickering flames, the silence grew over a few seconds as my parents exchange d worried glances. “Renesmee dear, how much of our conversation did you overhear?” Mom said in an uncomfortably calm tone. “Enough to know that you want to move, because you think I am unhappy with my life, and I heard enough to say that you are completely wrong.” I heard my own, soprano, beautiful voice says with no hesitation. “I’m glad that you feel that way, love.” Dad said thrilled that once again mom had been so wrong. I flashed a huge smile as I bent over to hold my mom; to reassure her that I was content. In her face I read relief, I was glad. Mom gently pulled me tighter, and then she gracefully swung me onto her lap. “Mom, I’m almost 15, I’m not a little girl anymore.” I said with some sarcasm hidden beneath the fluent voice I spoke. “Oh really? ‘Cause last time I checked you were 3 and ½. Hmm, I must have missed something.”
Mom teased playfully. “Well, last time I checked, I was in the 8th grade.” I said tauntingly back. “Huh, think of that Edward, our little girl has grown up so fast, she has the manners of an adult, the mind of an adult, and not to forget; she is as gorgeous as her father.” “And don’t forget the most beautiful eyes in the world, by which her mother gave to her.” My dad stated as her swung us both into a cradle, “Come on dad, put us down…” I said embarrassed. He slowly released me, and kissed me on the forehead, “’Night kid, love you.” “’Night dad, ‘night mom! Love you!” I said as I bounded joyfully to my bedroom. I twisted around cautiously, and caught a glimpse of my parents kissing. “Wish that could be me and Jacob…” I whispered silently to myself. Suddenly I hoped that they would sometime see that I am growing up, and that I should be aloud to start seeing Jacob, like on a date, not just around our house or yard, I needed to get away so I could really talk to him. I wanted to start kissing, but I was afraid that my parents wouldn’t approve. Poor Jacob, he couldn’t help that he loved me, and my mom; she put so much pain and hurt upon him, until she truly forgives him; I don’t know if Jacob and I can be together. I want to share the love Alice and Jasper have together, like Emmett and Rosalie, like Carlisle and Esme, like my mom and dad. I felt so left out, I wanted to be part of Jacob, I didn’t want him to have to wait for me to grow up, and I wanted to be wi th Jacob, forever.