I tapped my pen to the pad of paper on my desk at a slower – but stronger – than human pace. My eyes focused on the lines, each one so clear, so vibrant. The acidic smell of ink from the pen poured into my nostrils, flooding them with solvents, pigments, dyes, resins, lubricants… and whatever else ink was made from. Chemicals.
I wanted to write a book. Not a book that would go on to be published; just a book. A fictional story with fictional characters who I controlled. I didn’t know what I wanted the book to be about, exactly. I also didn’t know where to begin. I...
don't cry, you are not alone my love,
please don't weep my sweet, for I am here,
I will hug you and I will keep my smile,
I will help you when your pain comes and goes,
I will find you when you are lost, and I will piece you back together when you are broken.
so sweet angel, when you need me I will be with you,
and if you cry I will hold you and make it better,
if your hurt or just needing a friend well then I will be at your door in a flash, when you fall,
the one thing that i think about the most when i see my daughter's face is how lucky i am to have her as my daughter, seeing her face makes me see the sun in the sky for the first time in my whole life.
watching her grow up was the most wonderful sight that i could ever imagine, she is the gift that i've wanted ever since i was her age, her smile has a radiance that no-other child can ever replace, if some-thing happended to her i don't know what i would do with-out my daugther renesmee carlie cullen, she is the reason why i;m writing this today