Dear Edward and Bella,
I read your tale five years ago. I remember eagerly opening the box, opening your shiny cover, and digging in. The desire to not eat or go out, because Bella had just figured out what Edward was. How, at school the next day I was lucky enough to have multiple subs who failed to notice me reading under the desk. How I felt so accomplished when I finished it at lunch, but needed to know what happened next. Begging my mom to take me to the bookstore, and buy the rest. Spending all of spring break reading the second and third. Waiting excitedly all summer for Breaking Dawn to come out, and racing my sister to finish it. My 14 year old self saw that as love, and wanted a similar story very badly. Without the fangs of course.
Then I went to high school. The movie came out, and our love affair was ruined. Twilight was no longer cool. Being the conformist I was, I hid my love and pretended to think it was all lame. But I still saw all the movies multiple times, and re read each book over and over again. And laugh very, very hard at all the parody's on Youtube. Those are the best :)
I met Sammy. He didn't sparkle. He didn't almost puke the first time he saw me, and then carry me to the nurse after I passed out in biology. (That's my favorite part of the first book by the way.) First off, we didn't have biology that year, second off, I can handle blood. Anyways. He wasn't like Edward. He was completely different, and slowly we became friends, then more than friends, then best friends. Just like the book.
We often joke that we have our own Twilight life. One day I'll explain all the little similarities we found sometime, there's a decent amount. Some of the first things I packed for college were my very loved copies of the books. I read them when I'm very very stressed. And I'm so stinking excited for Breaking Dawn Part Two! Now, I'm not afraid to share my love of the books. I love going back to that feeling I had five years ago, that excitement, newness, and idea that you could do anything for love. And that love could be like that.
People might put up some warning signs right here. "Kylee, real life isn't like Twilight!" Don't worry world, I am perfectly aware of this fact. I know that that isn't how love works. I know that isn't how life works. But lately I can't stop comparing what's going on to a part of Breaking Dawn. The part where Bella is preggo and the baby's killing her and Edward can't stand to watch. He has a plan in his mind of what to do, and what Bella wants is completely different, making him frustrated and feeling hopeless. Right now Sammy's going through one of the hardest moments of his life so far. I hate seeing him go through this, and it often gets me down. I know what I would do if it was me and get frustrated and just wish it was all over already.
But then, Edward finally realized Bella needs him to get through this. So he supports her, even though things still look hopeless. And then everything ends up working out, with a lot of craziness in between. Guess what? What Bella wanted was good, and got them to a place they never would have been before if Edward would have had his way. I'm pretty sure Edward would have never suggested what he did in the beginning if he knew the outcome. He had to learn to trust Bella.
I'm at that stage right now. The one where I've realized I need to be supportive. I don't know what's going to happen. I don't know where things are going and have no clue what the future holds. All I know is that Sammy needs my support. Some days I do better than others. I still have a lot of days where I wake up feeling like I can't do this and Sammy has to be the one supporting me. I'm working on it though. I'm having faith that the guy upstairs knows what he's doing, and if I just keep going on, it'll work out. I can't wait to look back on this time years from now, knowing how everything turns out. It's ok that I have no control right now. Just have to trust.
I probably sound crazy right now. I'm equating Twilight to my life. But it makes sense in my head right now. And as my crazy english teacher says, even if the author didn't mean for those lessons and connections to be made in the story, it doesn't matter. It's what you get out of it. So that's my Twilight lesson. What's yours?
I read your tale five years ago. I remember eagerly opening the box, opening your shiny cover, and digging in. The desire to not eat or go out, because Bella had just figured out what Edward was. How, at school the next day I was lucky enough to have multiple subs who failed to notice me reading under the desk. How I felt so accomplished when I finished it at lunch, but needed to know what happened next. Begging my mom to take me to the bookstore, and buy the rest. Spending all of spring break reading the second and third. Waiting excitedly all summer for Breaking Dawn to come out, and racing my sister to finish it. My 14 year old self saw that as love, and wanted a similar story very badly. Without the fangs of course.
Then I went to high school. The movie came out, and our love affair was ruined. Twilight was no longer cool. Being the conformist I was, I hid my love and pretended to think it was all lame. But I still saw all the movies multiple times, and re read each book over and over again. And laugh very, very hard at all the parody's on Youtube. Those are the best :)
I met Sammy. He didn't sparkle. He didn't almost puke the first time he saw me, and then carry me to the nurse after I passed out in biology. (That's my favorite part of the first book by the way.) First off, we didn't have biology that year, second off, I can handle blood. Anyways. He wasn't like Edward. He was completely different, and slowly we became friends, then more than friends, then best friends. Just like the book.
We often joke that we have our own Twilight life. One day I'll explain all the little similarities we found sometime, there's a decent amount. Some of the first things I packed for college were my very loved copies of the books. I read them when I'm very very stressed. And I'm so stinking excited for Breaking Dawn Part Two! Now, I'm not afraid to share my love of the books. I love going back to that feeling I had five years ago, that excitement, newness, and idea that you could do anything for love. And that love could be like that.
People might put up some warning signs right here. "Kylee, real life isn't like Twilight!" Don't worry world, I am perfectly aware of this fact. I know that that isn't how love works. I know that isn't how life works. But lately I can't stop comparing what's going on to a part of Breaking Dawn. The part where Bella is preggo and the baby's killing her and Edward can't stand to watch. He has a plan in his mind of what to do, and what Bella wants is completely different, making him frustrated and feeling hopeless. Right now Sammy's going through one of the hardest moments of his life so far. I hate seeing him go through this, and it often gets me down. I know what I would do if it was me and get frustrated and just wish it was all over already.
But then, Edward finally realized Bella needs him to get through this. So he supports her, even though things still look hopeless. And then everything ends up working out, with a lot of craziness in between. Guess what? What Bella wanted was good, and got them to a place they never would have been before if Edward would have had his way. I'm pretty sure Edward would have never suggested what he did in the beginning if he knew the outcome. He had to learn to trust Bella.
I'm at that stage right now. The one where I've realized I need to be supportive. I don't know what's going to happen. I don't know where things are going and have no clue what the future holds. All I know is that Sammy needs my support. Some days I do better than others. I still have a lot of days where I wake up feeling like I can't do this and Sammy has to be the one supporting me. I'm working on it though. I'm having faith that the guy upstairs knows what he's doing, and if I just keep going on, it'll work out. I can't wait to look back on this time years from now, knowing how everything turns out. It's ok that I have no control right now. Just have to trust.
I probably sound crazy right now. I'm equating Twilight to my life. But it makes sense in my head right now. And as my crazy english teacher says, even if the author didn't mean for those lessons and connections to be made in the story, it doesn't matter. It's what you get out of it. So that's my Twilight lesson. What's yours?
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