My Love For You
I've never experienced more grief or heart breaking sorrow than the day I told the girl I loved that I didn't want her anymore. The girl I've waited over a century for, and I left her broken. The worst part is, I'm still in love with her.
I love every little thing about Bella. I love the way she trips over her own feet. I love how her cheeks turn a delicate shade of pink when she gets embarrassed. I love how her warm, sweet brown eyes stare up into my golden ones. I love the warmth that radiates off her smooth, pale skin. Lastly, I love the way she gets weak kneed and her heart beat doubles when I kiss her.
I love the firey passion that is our love. I love the soft press of her lips against mine. I love the way she mumbles my name in her sleep. I love each and every thing that is Bella.
I love Bella enough to leave her to keep her safe. I know leaving her hurts her more than anything, but I could hurt her in worse ways. If I lost control, just once, it could cost Bella her life. I could never forgive myself if I hurt Bella, that's why I'll never forgive myself for hurting her now.
I keep telling myself that it's all for the best, and that this is the only way to keep her safe. But, no matter what you tell yourself, or how many times, your heart is always smarter than your brain, and my heart knows I'm lying to myself.
Bella and I shared a special kind of love that not many people know exist. We've shared more love in a year than most people do in a lifetime. But, with my love towards her, came danger. Every kiss, every hug, every moment, put her at risk. That's why I left her. I'm not good for her.
As time goes on, Bella will live, grow old, and eventually die. I will live, but I will never age, and never die. I will be stuck here, alone, knowing that I sacrificed my only love in order to keep her safe. Knowing that I loved her enough, to let her go.