It doesn't feel like the pain has weakend over time, rather I have grown strong enough to bear it.

I think, At some point, Everyone dreams of finding..
An Edward.
Someone whose name you call, or whisper. And he's right there waiting.
Someone who hums a lullaby, And holds you close, as you drift off.
Someone who seems to just glitter, in the Sunlight,
Whose eyes are often Topaz, Warm, And Reassuring.
Someone who takes you to dinner, And ignores the pretty waitress.
Someone who follows you, Watches you always, Secretly, Just to be sure..
You're always okay.
Someone Romantic, Yet has a good sense of humor.
Someone Ancient, Yet Young.
Who'll save your life, No matter what.
Who cries when you're injured.
Someone who cleans out even the deadliest wounds, However impossibly hard it may be.
Someone to take you to your prom, Dispite your complaints, Who teaches you to waltz,
As you stand on his feet.
Someone who just knows when it's time.
When forever really means forever.
And takes you away, For years to come.

What if you sincerely believed something was true, but you were dead wrong?
What if you were so stubbornly sure that you were right,
that you wouldn't even consider the truth?
Would the truth be silenced, or would it try to break through?

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

I hope that by myself in the dark, I could give into the terror that hovers on the edge of my consciousness, unable to break through.