The Edwards

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The Edwards
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Curly brown locks, holding sprinkles and dust in them.

Black stunning eyes that captivate the whole world to examine it.

My dearest, dream come true.

I wonder, who could you be? Where are you too?

But I know that you're an Edward, with a sister named Alice. Maybe your parents were a fan of Twilight? I may not know.

It was in my dreams, where I had met you- you were a new student who took the guts to try and fit in.

Fitting in means hanging out with 'the boys' and flirting with the 'it girl's' and acting cool even when you know you're not.

But I'm thankful for that, since I wouldn't have met you if you didn't do anything.

Actually, I remember it clearly- my dream so vivid that I couldn't almost remember due to the heavy defenitions.

Simply, We were sitting in the cafeteria, me talking with a friend named Anjia. She was my friend since diaper days, until now.

Out of the blue, you came and sat beside me then began talking to me. You introduced yourself, telling things about your family, your other school, your impressions.

That's exactly it.

Out of the blue, you know, thats what you do that made me shocked and surprised. Because people think out of the reds.

When you smiled and said that your sister was named Alice, and you were Edward, I laughed quietly and thought about Stephany Meyer.

My first thought that came to mind was that, you were beautiful. With the little freckles only you could see up close, with the brown specks hidden beneath your eyes, and your long eyelashes.

The way your eyes lit up like rainbows and suns, and the way your smile fit in your lips like the moon's way.

Maybe you're a kind of rainbow, the last piece about to fade away, and I, a small passerby, glad to see a secret in the sky.

Such a beautiful sight, caught by horredeous eyes. You're too good to be true, Edward.

The problem was that, you were sat upon the stars hiding under the clouds, while I'm stuck in the deep blue seas wandering for fishes they told me.

Blind for the sun, I couldn't resurface but watch you in the glimmers and ripples of the water.

I wished to tell you that-

But then I woke up from my sleep.

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