Teesha-mareecullen98

On my eighteenth birthday I wished for eternal life but eighty nine years of living has taught me that you don’t always get what you wish for. I still remember you vividly. I remember you, Edward Cullen. I remember you with a clarity that is haunting. You are a secret that I carry. You are a tumultuous mixture and wonder and hurt. I try not to think about you and yet... I have to admit that I sometimes wondered about what might have been. Yes, I was curious about what became of you. I thought about where you might be. I’ve spent many a night, my longing gaze on the stars, wondering if you were out there somewhere looking at th