He may not have the body of a greek god, the perfectly sculpted jaw, and cheekbones that could chisel glass. He’s not pale white and ice-cold, and his skin isn’t smooth or hard like marble.
He may not be perfect, and lord knows his breath doesn’t smell like flowers. He doesn’t have a ton of money, he’s a vagetarian, not a vegetarian, and he doesn’t drink blood, thankfully!
He’s infuriating at times, and he drinks. A lot. But despite it all, I love him, and he’s perfect. For me.
Steve is my Edward, and I wouldn’t change a thing. Well maybe one. Or two.