I -- what? [He stopped in his tracks and positioned his stance in opposition, a breath of stardust spiraling between them. The word was highly loaded for Edward; he was a man shunned throughout his early life and called a narcissist throughout the latter. There was no room for love between those letters.

This wasn't the first time the question had haunted him. It was a growing fear of his, that he couldn't properly understand the emotion -- that it was some frustratingly elusive puzzle. He desired Felicia, he enjoyed her company, he thought highly of her capabilities. He was affectionate with her.

But could that define love?]

Neither of us are the types of people swayed by marriage.

[It was a statement designed to dodge.]

No offense intended to those who have, even once. I'm sure it's a fine institution.