Dearest Bella,
This is Edward, but I'm sure you knew that by my handwriting. Not enough time has passed for you to forget my scrawl that fascinated you so. I know you probably don't want to read this Bella, but please. Humour me for once.
I'm writing to see if you are okay. Even after 2 years I feel somewhat protective over you, and it is doing my head in not knowing how you are. I think of you a lot, and wonder how you are. What your life is like without me, what you're doing, who you're with, whether or not you ever think of me. I think of the way your smile and your laugh, that beautiful warm pink blush, your fierce loyalty and stubbornness. I play your lullaby all the time; I write new songs too remind me of you. I wonder if you still have that CD I made you, if you ever listen to it. But I didn't write this to tell you that.
I miss you Bella. I miss your smell and your humour. Your sarcasm and the way you make me feel complete. Lying with you in the meadow, or hanging out at my house, they are the best memories of my very long life.
I need you in my life. I can't handle staying away from you, not knowing how you are or what you're doing. Jasper and Emmett keep telling me to move on, that I can find someone new, that it's too late. They mean well, all they want for me is too be happy and they don't approve of my 'obsession' with you. But they miss you too. I can't believe I messed up so royally. I thought I was doing what was right, but now I see that it wasn't my wrong to right.
I don't want anyone else, I never have wanted anyone but you. I want, no I need, the girl who makes my still heart beat. You. I need you. I am in love with you, and always will be.
So what I'm writing to say, what I need to ask, is... will you have me back? Will you forgive me and take me back? Will you at least meet with me? I know it's a lot to ask, and that I don't deserve it one bit. So, if you don't respond to this letter you will never hear from me again. I will leave and never bother you with my pathetic begging again. But Bella please, please find it in your heart to let me in once again.
If you have moved on and want nothing more to do with me, then so be it. I could be whatever you want of me, a friend, anything. I am willing to do whatever it takes.
I've kept you for too long. I know that you probably won't respond to this, but I had let you know how I felt, though I know it won't change a thing. I do love you, more than anything.
Yours, always, Edward.