My Fair Bella,

Consider this letter a testament of my devotion to your saccharine scent. By 'scent' I do not mean the appeal that you hold for my thirst. By 'scent' I mean the way that every gaze across the table would send my unwary soul into shock. By 'scent' I mean the captivating clarity of your eyes, and the way that they could open gates within me that I thought were glued shut for eternity. By 'scent', my dear Bella, I only mean the way the way that I would trail my fingers through your soft tresses and forget everyone who's jaded because they don't matter and we don't care.

So, my Bella, let's forget the world and rules by which we are to abide! Is there anything that I would like more than to simply be with you? To simply feel your warm touch on my frigid neck would be heaven. It is hurting me to write these words, for I know that they are instilling false hope in the two of us. Bella, nobody knows better than us that it is a treacherous way down when your hopes are great as mountains. When I seal this letter with tears of my own, as you so heartbreakingly put, then the overcast will once more try to kill me. I will imagine your slow motion rain falling on my cheek, and that will keep me alive.

I know those months were wrong, Bella, but they felt so damn right. Those nine months felt like a lifetime. If only I was stronger. If only I was not so vulnerable. If only I had the slightest sense of self-control, and if only you had the slightest sense of self-preservation, then maybe we could have been together like I know we both should be.

So, where does this leave us, my Bella? The United States Postal Service will now bear witness to my undying words, but will you? Will you ever believe what I write? It is my deepest dream that you will accept my declaration, but I am not a foolish man, Bella. Have you accepted Mike Newton? If so, I hope you are happy. I do not know what else to say about that, but I do know that one day our paths will cross again, Bella. And when they do, I would very much appreciate it if you would keep in mind that men can do terrible things. Bella, if you ever doubt my motives for leaving, just remember that wherever I am now, I'd rather be with you. How I wish things were different...

For eternity,

Edward