25, February, 2010
121 Days
Edward, My Love,
He's done with the bikes. It sure didn't take him long to fix them up and get them running again. Tomorrow we are going out to ride them. It will be perfect, because Charlie is out hunting those bars or something, and he won't be keeping an eye on me. It's the perfect opportunity to see you again. I absolutely can't wait. It's going to be brilliant.
I guess that's all I have to say; however I've only been away from Jake for five minutes, and already the depression is sinking in again. Every time I'm with him he's my sun, and he makes that hole in my heart disappear, or at least he numbs the rough edges. But when he's gone it comes back, and you're all I can think of.
I'm ninety-nine-point-nine-percent sure Jake has a bit of a crush on me and I know it hurts him. I don't want him to hurt. He can't fix me and I know he's trying desperately. Yes, it does get better when he's around but even he can't keep the dreams away.
You don't want me,
Isabella Swan
