You May Be A Lover, But You Ain't No Dancer...

They were all here, all together,

but that was not what froze me where I stood

and had my jaw dropping to the floor.

It was Edward.

It was the expression on his face.

I’d seen him angry,

and I’d seen him arrogant,

and once I’d seen him in pain.

But this – this was beyond agony.

His eyes were half-crazed.

He didn’t look up to glare at me.

He stared down at the couch beside him

with an expression like someone had lit him on fire.

His hands were rigid claws at his side.

Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 9, p.170

Well...

Rob is in NYC.

Yeah... and you and me...

and a few million people know about it.

Look at his face.

My heart goes out to him.

Within moments of this picture being taken...

People had already figured out

where the fuck he was...

And moments after that

the building was surrounded

by women and paparazzi.

The agony and ecstasy

of Twitter.

You may not believe this...

but I was actually hoping for Rob

to find some peace in NYC.

I was actually hoping

NOT to see his face for a few days.

And I know as much as I needed a break

from all things

Robert Pattinson...

His need for a break

was magnified a zillion times.

I do understand the want and need

for people to want a piece of Rob.

It is a double edged sword...

Between knowing what is right

and knowing what you want.

And I sure as hell know that if

Rob were a block or so away from me...

I would be right the fuck down there.

You fucking betcha.

Because even though it just might

be a passing glimpse...

It would be a piece of heaven...

to see Robert... live.

And to quote Wayne Gretzky...

"You miss 100% of the shots you don't take."

That's about right.

Bye for now ♥