I spent my day talking to Rose. After half an hour of my sad story time, I started telling her about Edward instead as well he was the only other major part of my life right now. Talking about him gave me the opposite feelings to talking about myself, I realized. And with every little detail I shared, I realized how deep I was already with him, without really realizing it... well, a part of me knew, but I was actually ignoring that truth. After what was probably of my little monologue on everything Edward, okay it was not little at all. it was a lot longer than the story of my life, I picked up one of the books that her husband left for us to read for her.
To my surprise the books were by the same author as the one Edward read for me. This made me smile as the little circle moment came a
