I Can't Help Falling In Love With You...

Well there you have it.

Pictures of Robert Fucking Pattinson.

Finally.

The famine is over...

Well... it was really just a snack...

A nibble...

Not really a meal...

But enough to make us happy.

A handful of pictures.

The first from the set of Eclipse.

One in the back of a car (looking miserable, I might add)

And a few of him walking from his trailer.

(But he was smiling... and that's a good thing)

Good Fucking Grief.

The anxiety. The anticipation.

The actual PAIN I went through yesterday.

Twitter was... well... tweeting like crazy

about these pictures all damn day.

And while I was happy to see him...

Looking very Edwardly...

(And fuck me dead... it was Edward.)

Looking fucking sexy hot as always...

I didn't like how my very emotions

seemed to be controlled by him.

How does that happen?

How the fucking hell did I get on this train...

that keeps barreling at break neck speed...

crashing through any barriers that used to be my life?

I used to be a wife and mother.

I used to be a best friend and sister.

I used to read real books...

I used to have other interests.

Now I'm just ROBsessed.

My happiness...

My very existence...

Seems to teeter precariously...

On where Robert Pattinson is...

What he looks like...

What he's wearing...

And who he is with.

(and we all know who he is with... heh)

And do you wanna know the strangest part?

Well... one of the strangest...

There are so many weird things to pick from.

I truly believe that I am in love with Rob.

I've tried not to be.

Believe me.

I've tried to step away...

I've tried to not care...

I've gone days without Robert...

But it doesn't matter.

My heart won't let go of him.

Even though my head is screaming...

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!"

My heart won't budge.

It stubbornly clings to this addiction...

My heart wants what it wants.

I am completely owned by

Robert Pattinson.

What.The.Fuck.

Bye for now ♥

Rob and the Private Pretty©

I finally got a new phone.

I mean like a real phone.

A phone that actually works.

And coincidentally...

A phone that lets me get online

Read email

Twitter

Facebook

ROBsessed

And basically keep in touch with Rob.

Yeah.

How I would love to be on Rob's speed dial.

Someone commented on a post from a few days ago...

(forgive me for being incredibly lazy for not looking it up)

Saying that my feelings for Robert...

Were just LUST.

And although I will admit that I do indeed

lust after Mr. Pattinson

(Am I not human? Do I not lust?)

There is a lot more to my feelings.

It's not about sex for me.

It's not about the crotch shots...

It's not about 'doing' him...

It's not about guesstimating the size of his...

Well... You know.

I truly believe that I love Rob.

It seems so silly to even think it.

It seems so impossible to rationalize...

But...

I would rather be his friend

than anything else.

My real fantasy of Rob?

He calls me on my new phone...

Caller ID says "Rob"

And the ringtone is "I'll Be Your Lover, Too"

Heh.

We chat a little... about nothing in particular.

He laughs... I melt.

He wants to meet at a club...

There is live music and a great atmosphere...

We meet.

We hug.

Oh... we hug.

He swallows me in his arms...

I nuzzle into his neck...

And I smell Robert Pattinson.

And you KNOW he smells delicious...

(I melt again)

We sit close together in a booth...

We drink.

We talk...

About music.

About books.

About life.

We laugh.

We hang out.

(and yeah, I'm still all melty)

THAT is what I dream about.

Being in Rob's life.

Being someone that he wants to be with.

Being someone who puts that gorgeous smile

on his beautiful face.

Being someone who appreciates Rob

for being an amazing human being

"behind the face".

Being his FRIEND.

Yes... Rob is beautiful.

And yes... he is sexy hot.

But I want what is inside the sexy...

I want The Private Pretty©

Bye for now ♥