Did I ever tell you that Twilight ruined my life?
....for about 1.5 months.
Nothing Stone did was good enough. If he made a sweet gesture towards me, in the back of my mind I would think, "Edward would've done it better. Sweeter. More romantic."
I was actually mad at Stone for not being a gorgeous vampire! How dare he woo me into a marriage, then turn out to be some plain old human being. THE NERVE!
I finally broke down, confessing my dark secret to Abby, my childhood friend (while watching the previews before "He's Just Not That Into You" I could only do it while surrounded by the dark blanket/buffer the movie theater provided me). RELIEF! JOY! Twilight ruined her life as well! She too couldn't believe Andrew, her husband, turned out to be a regular old MAN.
It feels good to know I'm not alone. That others out there suffer the same sickness...and yes, it is a sickness.
(Just tonight I was informed (by Kitty) of another friend fallen prey to this sick twisted illness. The new sufferer is only on book 2. BOOK 2!!!! She doesn't even now that she'll only get pulled in further and further the more she reads.)
There is a light at the end of this dark tunnel. Slowly the effects of Twilight wear off. They do, I promise. I relapse every few weeks. (you know, internet stalking a certain British actor who's name rhythms with shmobert shmattinson) The time between my relapses is getting longer. I know I'll pull through this with the love and support of my friends and family......
....but then Midnight Sun will come out someday and I'll be right back were I started!