Not "together," together. I am happily married, after all. No, by "together" I mean that Rob and I are destined to be best friends, and that I will be the ideal, unattainable woman who he will admire his entire life and, while dying, pay tribute to in song. I will be Clara Schumann to his Brahms, if you will, except Sven won't have to go to a mental institution. It's an ideal situation for all concerned.
Sign #1: I took the quiz "Which Celebrity Will You Marry" on Facebook, a scientific tool designed to match celebrity men with the women who admire them in a purely intellectual way. My result: Rob Pattinson. I cannot ignore this scientific evidence that we are ideally suited for each other.
Sign #2: Rob is a musician. He sings, plays piano and guitar, and composes music. I am a musician. I sing. I play the piano. I can play a couple of chords on the guitar. I have written music. It's fate.
Sign #3: In his commentary for the Twilight DVD, Rob heckles. He heckles himself, he heckles the extras, he even heckles other major players. His heckling is so good, it renders any I might offer superfluous at best. He heckles his eyebrows, speculating that Edward's depression may manifest itself in overgrooming. He refers to Edward's hairstyle as "the bouffant" and imitates himself using a very prissy voice. He even stole some of my lines. (Guys, stop eating the cookies. We're vampires. Read the script.)
How can I ignore this? Rob Pattinson, you and I are destined to be together in a totally platonic non-physical way. Call me.