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thing to clear; Jacob is not in love completely with Bella anymore. He loves her more as a sister then anything else now. But their relationship is still very strong. 

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But I was selfish. I was set the way I was, and it was very rare to me to experience a real change. When Bella entered my life and became my midnight sun, it was a permanent change. There’s was no going back because I was selfish and she was all that I want. 

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Romeo and Juliet
(The Karen Version)

She was feeling apprehensive. She carried he new school bag in both of her flush pink hands, and constantly got shivers down her neck, she tidied her hair and took a deep breath. Her mummy recoiled from her defensive position and pleaded for her not to cry.
Of course, she cried. She couldn’t help it. She carried her little legs to a little corner and began to weep.
Oblivious to her surrounding as she was consumed in her gloominess, she had actually seated smack in a middle of a party which the other tender kindergarteners were having.
“Hello?” said a shy boyish voice.
She looked up to see a little boy about the same height as her or maybe even shorter. He introduced himself as Romeo and stated the obvious that she should not cry because her mummy said so. The little girl whimpered. Romeo—seeing her distress—asked her name. And she answered Juliet. Romeo smiled and asked Juliet to play with him. He reached out his muddy hands and Juliet, without hesitation, took it. They played many wondrous games one of the enjoyment that a mystery to adults; only a child could pleasure it utmost.
For the first time going home Juliet did not cry. Her mummy was very awe by her sensible act. Curious, she asked Juliet about her day and immediately, Juliet bouncing with joy announced that she had made a new friend.
“Boy or Girl?” Juliet father’s stern voice said.
Juliet told her father obediently that it was a boy. Juliet’s father further interrogated her with his name. The moment Juliet said Romeo Montague, her father and mother gasped, both very familiar with such a name. In a way of disgust.
In the next week, the whole Capulet family moved away. Juliet once again wept. Wanting to see Romeo. Her mother forced her to forget about him. Then one eventful day, the tears stopped.

It has been ten evenly pasted years that Juliet had been separated from him. She had become quiet a brave girl, who also possessed inner and outer beauty. It almost seemed that she had forgotten about him. Until, the day they met again. When is it said ‘met again’, one would think it was ‘met’ by face to face, as all love stories would say. Then they would use extravagant language to describe this love filled with desire, passion and longing ignited by a single glance. Then, sooner or later, the Romanist would describe their touch. Always, the girl would have feckless soft skin in contrast of the man’s rough one. But not in this story. Their meet-cue is quiet simple. As simple as this; they met in a chat room. (No touch, no glance. No descriptive descriptions. This really helps the creator of the story as she absolute sucks in succeeding to annoying 2-page limitations.)
They started with the causal cyber greeting. And Juliet from previously describe before, was brave and held to shame in exposing her name. The other person on the other line, on the other hand was quiet self-conscious in telling his name was Romeo—the boy who had pimples like exploding volcano in his forehead. But thanks to the pop culture hairstyles he was successful able to hide this minor imperfection behind his untidy hair that became the main source to which made all the girls in the grade to fall in love with him, other than his personality. But despite his pimples, they were not the reason to conceal this name. It was because he did not date. All the girls wished he did. But he once had a love and he was a believer that one day they will meet again. When finding out the person was on the other line was Juliet, the Juliet Capulet. You can’t even imagine what was going through his head. He merely thanked God even though it was decision of self to not expose his name. From this ancient grudge break to new mutiny in their families’ companies who knows what might Juliet think of him? This is fate, his lovesick mind thought.
Still concealing his name, he asked when they could meet and trying wholeheartedly not to sound desperate. Luckily for Romeo, Juliet was very interested in meeting this mysterious boy and arranged that they meet at her cousin’s party. That was tonight.
That night, Romeo was extremely nervous to meet Juliet. No. I think nervous it a too light of a word. His kneecaps were shaking, his forehead was filled with dry sweat and he was even tongue-tied to talk to his best mate, Paris. Paris had many attempted to calm him but no tactic worked. So he decided that he would come with him, beside it was probably to best way to find a girlfriend.
When Romeo entered the party, he needed to guidance. Juliet said ‘find a girl who is wearing the new Britney Spears’ Fantasy Perfume’. This was not assessable to all the girls. It took a few sniffs and a few ‘excurse me, girls’s to finally detect the divine scent to Fantasy.
And there she was. Unchanged. Wearing the most ravishing dress. Juliet quickly grabbed his hand and run him through the crowd and ear-drumming music. Juliet didn't even have a chance to glance at the mysterious boy. But when she did, she, as characteristically as Romeo remembered her as, cried.
She burned her face in this chest and wept and wept, till her eyes were visibly swollen. But Romeo did not care. He was blissfully embracing the love of his life in his protective arms and they spent the whole evening basking in each other warm touch.

The days after that seemed totally and utterly serene. Romeo played with a lock of Juliet hair while Juliet was trying (and failing) to do her homework. Most of the nights, Romeo would climb up Juliet’s window and they spent the night together where as in the day they ignored one other but the sake of each other.

A yucky cloud arose from the sky one day and no girls welcome it. It was mufti day and all the girls had spent hours in preparing their hair. But Romeo skipped happily to the school campus then stopped seeing a crowd of people swarming to one area. He squeezed himself through the crowd to find his best friend Paris in the center. The other boy was Tybalt, Juliet’s cousin. He was bullying his dear friend Paris which was definitely not to-go-go like you would say in take away but in fact ‘Stop that, or I’ll tell me mum!”. But Romeo was much too afraid to confront him with his fist, so he chose manipulation.
“STOP IT!” he shouted, as he entered himself in the dangerous ring.
Tybalt turned his ugly head toward Romeo, and he stomped forward. Tybalt didn't speak, his face was frightening enough. The cracked his knuckle giving an instinctive warming to run. But Romeo stood still. Romeo secretly knew something others didn't. That was that Tybalt was a mummy’s boy. Because that was probably the only female in this world that would ever remotely like him. So using his mother as a targeted subject was an excellent choice.
“Your mum’s corpulent!” cried Romeo.
“Huh?”
“Your mum’s got heaps of adipose tissue!”
“What the?
“Your mum’s FAT”
Then, as an automatic response Tybalt cried, “But I love my mum!” And that did it. A tough guy like him was never to be allow to demonstrate their affection of their mothers, well as least not in public! This crashed his reputation which very teenager had and cared dearly for these days. His whole face painted in red with absolute embarrassment. There was no spot left for fury, so it was released through tears. Romeo was immediately sent to the principal’s office, where being a bit biased, expelled him, since he thought making Tybalt was a big cruel job.
That night he told Juliet want he had done and how their family decided to leave as it was shameful to stay. Juliet begged to come with him but he refused for her own safety.

When Romeo left school, he had nothing left in him to pursue in everything. By day he stayed indoors moping around, being bored. And by night he was a wild child; crashing parties, speeding cars and trafficking drugs. It was only little time before he was caught by the police. And he did. But this was also wondrous news as Juliet now knew were he was. She, herself had done some nasty work in the area of Romeo’s detention centre hoping that she too could be caught.
One night, she sneaked down was alley and vandalized a car. But to the worst of misfortune the owner was the car also was an owner of a gun. Just one bang and she became lifeless. NEWS travels fast. So it wasn’t long till Romeo could join her.

if only__ .

Of light from your eyes,
Still, there are so pained.
Of the beauty that allure me,
I've never felt so hopeless,
If only I was the the one,
that surely will not make you cry,
Of only I was the one,
Then there will no more lies.
. . . .
At first glance. The wind
run fingers through your hair.
You caught all the attention of the sun,
if your skin glowed by it light.
But the scars of my arms can not hide.
Why did you stay will him?
Even though he made you cry.
. . . .
If only i could suffer your nightmares,
Free them,
then just watch you in serene dreams.
If only my touch could heal you.
Then you could hold me with no pain.
If only i could be your voice,
but how can i illuse such a memorising sound.
If only you loved me
But him, was your choice.
. . . .
Why won't you let me set you free.
Are of afaid of me?
If only, somehow, i could make you see.
I love you,
And forever will be.
. . . .
Let me hold your hand.
There so many things i want to show you.
Let me pull you from the dark
Teach you fly away.
Let me guide you.
If only you would let me.
. . . .
Do you ever regret your desicion, my love?
That you can no longer breathe.
Do you ever wish,
that maybe you could have been happy with me?
. . . .
I stand here on your grave. 
Holding back tears.
If only you were mine.
Then you wouldn't have died.

something i created when i felt loved
he, he.

He waited for a longing return.
His hope never tinted to fade.
His heart grew old and so did his eyes.
Slowly but surely the fire in them started to die.
Waiting.
Forever waiting.
For the love of his life to return.
Miracles do happen, yes, indeed. But not today, not to him.
Believing, that he did. Forever, a flower on her tombstone.
Some day she would the smell the lovely scent. Her mind will awaken to the fresh scent of love.
Her eyes will open.
His heart will continue to beat.

All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love
Sweet love

Love is all you need
yeah yeah
Love is all you need

Sorry i have that song stuck in my head.