February 4, 2009
Remember my 1953 Chevrolet pickup truck? The one Charlie bought for me from Billy Black when I moved to Forks? Well, if you’ve been following my story, you would know that Edward purchased me an “after car” for after I was turned.
It’s a beautiful car. It’s fast, too. Different from my old pickup truck, to say the least. It’s a Ferrari F430. Nice to look at, but Edward always knew I missed my old pickup truck. It’s been parked on Charlie’s lawn for the longest time. To my disappointment, it stopped running. I thought I’d never get to drive it again, until Edward surprised me with it today.
It’s not exactly the same as before, though. It’s faster, stronger, and has a polished exterior. Reminds me of myself now. Edward compared the old version of my truck to the human version of myself. It was strong, yet so fragile at the same time. It was rusty, kind of how I was on my feet as a human. And it was constantly on the verge of dying, only to be made into something faster, stronger, and more beautiful—also like me.
Edward redoing my truck is somewhat symbolic of the new me. Its paint is glossy and sparkles in the sunlight; it drives fast; it’s strong, resilient, and it runs quietly. But most importantly, it’s still the same truck, just like I’m still the same Bella.
Besides Nessie, this has to be the best surprise I have ever received in my life. Edward knows how much I love my truck, and he wants me to preserve a lot of my human qualities. The qualities that, along with my scent, made him fall in love with me.
Charlie and Jacob were in on my surprise, too. They helped Edward with ideas. It was Charlie’s idea to put tires on the truck that are strong enough to trek through quick sand . . . for my safety, of course. Charlie still worries about me. He has no idea about my strength, speed or, well . . . that I’m his vampire daughter.
I’m so very happy to have this part of me back. It brings back vague memories of my first day at Forks High School. Thinking I was going to be miserable and depressed during my entire time here. Wishing the rain would just dry up and the sun would shine like in Phoenix. And most importantly, wondering who the beautiful bronze-haired boy was who took my breathe away. Now I no longer have to wonder. He is my life now, and I am his.
Rosalie, Emmett, Edward and I are going hunting tomorrow. Nessie is going to stay with Esme and Carlisle while we’re gone. They love spending time with her and she adores them equally.
Well, I think I’ve completed a successful diary entry for tonight. I’m going to go have some bonding time with Edward while Renesmee is asleep. I’ll be sure to write again tomorrow.
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