There are few words to explain the way I’ve fallen in love with Twilight. I wouldn’t go as extreme to say I’m a “twihard” or that I’ll be knocking down the door for the first showing of Breaking Dawn part 1, but I will say that I finally understand the fascination that even adults have with the story. I may be just a hopeless romantic, but I think it’s a story you can understand and empathize with too:
It’s about trying to avoid the mumbo-jumbo vampire/werewolf fiction, and feeling the romance, the love that each character embodies. THAT is what I have fallen in love with. I’ve done nothing but just try to put myself in Bella’s actual shoes: the lonely, weird girl who doesn’t belong anywhere, finding out her best friend loves her (in itself is a battle) and falling in love, herself, with someone who seems so unattainable. There’s then the struggle of balancing it and keeping the emotion, strong affection, and personal attachment in-check before it all crumbles…well, because doesn’t it all seem just too good to be true?
I thought Breaking Dawn was an amazing ending to the story. Would I love to read more, yes. Could I be content that the lonely, weird girl has now found HER home? Absolutely. I definitely let a few tears fall:
“I heard you,” he breathed. “How? How did you do that?” He was dazed.
“Now you know,” I said lightly, and shrugged. “No one’s ever loved anyone as much as I love you.” …”Forever and forever and forever,” he murmured.
“That sounds exactly right to me.”
And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever.