Dear Juliet,
I just thought you might want to be informed on my choice.
Well, I was walking along the streets of Italy one day - looking at wine vineyards and cracked stone houses, yet dreaming of dull yellow school walls and an unimaginable amount of rain - when I looked at a young couple, who where obviously in an argument.
The young man stormed away from her after yelling angry words, "That's it! I don't want you anymore! Enough is enough!," in Italian. It was obviously not his first language - the words where sloppy and some where improvised. But, since it is my mother tongue, I could make it out.
The young woman looked devastated.
I remembered that, how when Edward left me it felt like half of me was missing, like I could only be whole with him, and how I still feel like that, being away from him just a short period of time now . . .
And then, it came to me: Edward. He was my other half, my soul-mate, the one I can never feel complete without. I want Edward.
So now I am writing to you in a haste, my hand writing scrawled. My flight leaves in an hour and I must hurry to get home to my Edward and tell him my decision.
I just want to thank you, Juliet, for giving me some one to talk to about this who won't say a word in response. For giving me a chance to put things in perspective for myself. And for helping me unlock my heart, and have a look at what's inside. Thank you, Juliet.
Love,
Isabella
