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Edward Cullen is quite possibly the most beautiful man-creature to ever grace the Earth. It is not just his appearance, though that could be enough in of itself - his sparkles are simply gorgeous, and that lustrous face, the seductive eyes, they are almost too much to bear. But his voice! Oh, but that is a voice of angels. And he has such a wonderful personality, too. Despite his tortured soul, he is so caring and creative and charming. I could stare at him for hours, watching his glorious perfection as it... as it moves about the screen.
I'm sorry. He doesn't really exist; I know that. He's a character. A character in a book, I know, though it is such a wonderful book. I haven't had the heart to admit, but I've spent hours daydreaming upon this book, hours and days and... and the time just slips away. But it doesn't even matter. It's real. When I am there, it is real, and it is impeccable, and I just sit and watch in awe and wonder... is this wrong? Perhaps. But it doesn't matter. None of it matters anymore, not before the perfection that is Edward.
The book is Twilight. And the movie. To finally have the glorious opportunity to see him, to really see him, to put a face to those glorious descriptions, there are no words to describe it.