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Bella said yes.
We were engaged.
We were getting married!
I looked at the sleeping angel in my arms. Her long
beautiful hair was splayed across the pillows, covering my arm. She looked so
content, her face relaxed and her mouth slightly open. I ran my fingers down
her arm and looked at her left hand. It was resting on top of my chest. Her
engagement ring was sparkling in the early morning sunlight spilling into our
room. I couldn’t stop smiling as I tenderly ran my fingers over her ring. She
was mine, forever. I was so happy. I pressed a kiss to her forehead before I
extricated myself from her arms. She sighed and her brow furrowed before
reaching for my pillow. She found it, inhaling deeply and settled back to
sleep.
I put on my boxers and padded into the living room of the
suite. I opened up the drapes of the room and looked out to a sunny Seattle. I
took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
“Mom, I know that it’s been a while since I’ve talked to
you,” I whispered. “Things have been crazy but I wanted to let you know that
I’m happy. So incredibly happy. I’ve met someone. Mom, she’s perfect. You would
have loved her. She’s my soul mate, my other half.”
I walked to the huge arm chair and curled up in it. “Her
name is Isabella. However, she likes to be called Bella. Her name is perfect
for her. It means beautiful in Italian and that’s what she is. Beautiful, both
inside and out. She has long, dark hair, and deep brown eyes that you can get
lost in. She’s a musician, like you were. She’s actually a music education
major at Emerson University. She’s brilliant, kind-hearted, selfless, giving
and gentle.
“We met on the first day that she moved in. She literally
ran into me. I felt this jolt through my body when we touched. To my surprise,
that jolt completed me. At the time, I thought nothing of it. However, I was
enamored with her beauty. I invited her and my sister, Alice. You remember
Alice? The crazy pixie. Anyhow, I invited her and Alice to a party where my
band was playing. We wanted to sing this song but we needed a female vocalist.
I don’t think Jasper would have liked singing in falsetto. So, I asked Alice
and she said no. Bella offered and we practiced backstage. Mom, her voice is
beautiful. She sounds like an angel. I almost think that she is an angel. Well,
we rehearsed and performed for this party. For the first time since you died,
my heart felt whole. I didn’t feel lost. It was because of my Bella. I was your
singer. Bella is mine. She is my singer, my life, my love.
“I knew at that moment that she was it for me. We’ve had some bumps in the road, but we’re happy. She’s helped me tremendously in healing and coming to terms with your death. She also guided Carlisle in letting me become a music major. However, we compromised and like Bella I’m a music education major. I begin my classes for my new major this coming semester. I’m so excited.
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