My never ending life had become dull, without death is without meaning. No, I do not feast on blood, I am no vampire, but I have met a one. Believe me, not all of them look like Edward. I was forever twenty-one, forever young, forever beautiful. But was this life worth living without meaning? Men bored me, clothes was nothing but necessity, and money held no value to me. Knowledge had kept my restlessness at bay, but even that was growing boring. Why can't I be normal? I look, feel normal! Just being immortal was abnormal! I was breathing, but not truly living. Then I saw what would save me from this nightmare. The thing that would give me meaning. You. My love for you.