Bella,
I'll never send this. I wish I could tell you how I love you far more than the superficial love that has filled the minds of nearly every person on this God-awful holiday. It makes me so… angry to have to hear their petty thoughts when I know that they could never love anyone the way I love you.
I can't help but wonder what you're doing today. Who is your valentine? I nearly ran back to Forks, that world so forbidden from me, at the thought of you receiving roses from Newton. No, he's too cheap for roses. He'd probably give you some candy hearts with cliché phrases that are more romantic than he could ever be.
Something tells me that you wouldn't enjoy Valentine's Day with Mike Newton. I'm guessing you don't care for the holiday, but I've been wrong before. Still, it makes me feel a little better to imagine you cringing when Newton hands you those cheap candy hearts. He doesn't deserve you.
But you don't deserve me. What could you do that would make you deserve the fate you have with me? Nothing. I won't send this letter.
I love you.
Enough to stay away.
Forever Yours,
Edward