Dad, I Wrote. I'm With

Stop Being So… Optimistic. It’s Getting On My Nerves.

Because There Was Nothing More Terrifying To Me, More Excruciating, Than The Thought Of Turning Away From Him. It Was An Impossibility.

‎imprinting On Someone Is Like... Like When You See Her... Everything Changes. All Of A Sudden, Its Not Gravity Holding You To The Planet. It's Her... Nothing Else Matters.

History Was Easy, But I Don't Know About The Calculus. It Seemed Like It Was Making Sense, So That Probably Means I Failed.

So, Instead Of Panicking, I Closed My Eyes And Spent The Twenty Minutes' Drive With Edward. I Imagined That I Had Stayed At The Airport To Meet Edward. I Visualized How I Would Stand On My Toes, The Sooner To See His Face. How Quickly, How Gracefully He Would Move Through The Crowds Of People Separating Us. And Then I Would Run To Close Those Last Few Feet Between Us - Reckless As Always - And I Would Be In His Marble Arms, Finally Safe.