My "Edward"

We all have one.... most of us have read the book or seen the movie.. maybe even both. the "twilight" series... a series I vowed not to read at first and then just HAD too because I wanted to know what the hype was all about.....



It's a story about a girl who feels alone in her small town until she met HIM.

The one who took her breathe away...the one who made her weak in the knees when he whispered in her ear....the one who could make her lose her train of thought as fast as she found it....the one who would never let her down. She could look deep into his eyes and see her future and she knew it would be him who would protect her and hold her and shelter her from her fears..... the one who she could not stop thinking about.. the one who read her thoughts as she thought she knew his... the one who she woke up every morning wishing for and dreaming of every night.... EDWARD



Edward was the boy your mother warned you about... He drove too fast, didn't like school, broke the rules and couldn't live without you..... he tried to play it off for his boys, but when night fell it was you he called and you he thought of. His partner for dances, his escape from the pain. You made everything better for Edward and Edward definitely made everything better for you. In the book he is a vampire but to her/you he is the knight in shining armor.



I love this book...



And everyday after he left she would grieve and await his return... sometimes scaring herself into danger just because she thought her knight in shining armor would come rescue her. And I remember "MY Edward" would make me want to do the same... throw yourself into danger to be rescued by him. Sounds smart right? If you are a girl...



I had an "Edward".... My parents forbid me from seeing him. I ran away with him, gave him my heart, soul, and virginity all wrapped in one box and it was his for the next decade... never to be seen or heard from...


When I was 15, I dated a boy that was rough and tough and a complete turn on! A Bad Boy! (My favorite kind at the time).. he smoked, drank, rocked out to Guns and Roses, and was older... two years older and he ... to me.. was the world. Everyone remembers that first time you knew you loved someone.... everyone remembers "the one". He was the first person that showed me I didn't have to do what my parents said.... a corrupter.... He was the first person that I fought for. That I put my foot down for and said, "U will not tell me no.. and if you do, I'll lie and go anyway"... I would of risked grounding and a convent school just to be with "My Edward"....



When my Mom's leash had gotten too tight and my rebellious days were just starting to take over, as I mentioned before... I ran away with "My Edward". We were on the run for two days. The first night we slept in a car, in the backseat, while friends slept in the front. I remember my friend Jen using a tape case to scrape the window of frost from the INSIDE of the car! It was cold that night but that's the only cold part I remember... "My Edward" kept me warm all night long in that backseat. I remember being afraid to fall asleep and wake up and he not be there....When we were finally brought back by to our parents I remember the last conversation I had with him... "I'll come back for you... wait for me..."

those were the last words I saw him speak...... And at that point, I was more worried about losing him than my consequences....






that my friends............................. is Young LOVE................






As I read the books I remembered being in her shoes... I had lots of friends at school but no one like "my Edward".... nothing and no one could take his place... At 15, that 17 year old boy hung the moon and stars for me.. and whatever else he wanted to hang for that matter. When he would hold me in his arms nothing and no one else mattered...when he would make me mad my heart would yearn deeper for him... he was my safe haven and he made all evil things good... he knew me like no one does... still to this day, my heart skips a beat and races when I think about it... after all he was the one.


He was the one from the Pretty Woman movie who rode up in the white limo on the worst of possible days and stuck his head out the window with flowers and said "I'm here to rescue you" and as you climbed down by the fire escape ladder and your heart pounded thru your chest... he was the one who whisked you away to happiness.... and in the background instead.........





"it must of been love.... but it's over now.... " played.....


for this dream, for me, never happened...





throughout my entire life on ALL of those worst days when I was at my lowest and in my deepest darkest hole... I sobbed and I waited.. for "my Edward" to come rescue me.........





and he never came....





It's been twenty years since I last put my hands on him. Twenty years since I felt his touch, twenty years since I felt the warmth of his breathe as he whispered into my ear.... I still remember it... like it was yesterday. I searched for him for years and always waited for the rescue but like the story, time marches on, and I lived thru my share of winners and losers



but "My Edward" is still out there.... somewhere...