For the Love of Bella "The Love of my Existence"

Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars – points of light and reason.

. . .And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I coveted you! I had no right to want you - but I reached out and took you anyway.

“Do you really have any idea how important you are to me? Any concept at all of how much I love you?”

“I know how much I love you.”

“you compare one small tree to the entire forest, love.”

If I has found you, there isn’t a doubt in my mind how I would have proceeded. I was that boy, who would have - as soon as I discovered that you were what I was looking for – gotten down on one knee and endeavored to secure your hand. I would have wanted you for eternity, even when the word didn’t have quite the same connotation. I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul! I cannot live without you, Bella, you are the reason of my existence. You know that I want you. Of course I do, you silly, beautiful, oversensitive girl. Doesn’t everyone? I feel like there’s a line behind me, jockeying for position, waiting for me to make a big enough mistake . . . you’re too desirable for your own good Bella, it is hard for me to enjoy the bouquet while resisting the wine. Having experience the way it feels to think I’ve lost you. . . my reactions have changed. My entire being shies away from any course that could inspire that kind of pain again. My heart is just as silent. And it, too, is yours. I just wanted it to be official – that you belong to me and no one else. Isabella Swan? I promise to love you forever – every single day of forever, for the love of my existence, as long as we both shall live. Will you marry me?