Carlisle told me you'd be going back to work today, so I waited until I knew you'd be gone before I went to the house.
As I move around our room, packing up my things, so many thoughts run through my mind.
I wish I could stop.
I know I need to learn.
Control myself, be better.
Talk to you instead of drinking my sorrows away.
It kills me every time I make you cry.
I hate myself every time I end up yelling at you when I'm really angry with myself.
Maybe it's better this way.
The note I leave for you with my wedding band and house key doesn't say much, and at the same time it says everything.
Bella…
I love you.
I'm sorry.
…Edward
I hope you'll move on.
Find someone who deserves your love.
Someone who doesn't hurt you every day.
I just wish it could be me.