You and Carlisle met in about in the year 1723, and you sadly passed away of tragic death after he had fallen in love with you; he believed you were dead until he met you today.

It’s the year 2005. You’re at the local diner eating breakfast before heading off to work. Carlisle comes in and orders something that he won’t drink to look human. He sits at the bar beside you and glances at you once and twice. The man realized you look exactly like his lover from the 1700s. He’s overwhelmed, and he’s not sure how to respond to this because you’re supposed to be dead. “I’m sorry, have we met before?” He asks you with a hopeful look in his eyes.

You’re incredibly confused by this, having no memory of ever seeing this man, considering you just moved to Forks.