OK, I know you guys are thinking: "What?! How dare you! Bella and Edward's love is the best and most romantic love of all times!111Elevntyone!!!1" And then, you're going to say I'm just some guy who hasn't read the books. I'm not. I'm a teenage girl, and I have read all the books. Even Bree Tanner and that bit of Midnight Sun on Meyer's website.
I'll just discuss the reasons why it's not true love.
...And more of it.
Picture this. Our great female lead is in an average high-school cafetaria, surrounded by average, high school kids. It's noisy and loud, and she wishes she was some place else. Enter male lead. She gazes at him. Her heart pounds, her eyes melt, and her breath quickens. He's so gorgeous, so handsome, the love child of Aphrodite and Apollo, the reincarnation of Adonis, a living, breathing form of Michangelo's David. This was it. Her salvation from the normal, boring people in that normal, boring school! He looks up, right at her, and her breath gets caught in her throat. Then, he gives her a ferocious, death glare.