Dear Edward,
Just thought I'd let you know – you're still my last thought. Back in the forest, you know, when you tried to give me directions so I would get away from Laurent and the wolves, all I could think of was you.
Thank for you saving me again. You didn't have to do that. But you know that I do love hearing your voice, no matter the occasion.
And your name, when I hear it aloud, it rips open fresh my wound. After all this time, I guess I'm still not over you. Oh Edward, why did you leave? I need to know the real answer. Because, the truth is, you hurt me. You broke me. I know, for real now, that I'll likely never be the same without you. Not now, at least, not without Jake holding me somewhat together. It's hard, Edward. I have no idea how you do it.
Yes, I do. It was different for the two of us, it had to be. Because if you felt the way I did, then you would have to come back. Please, I'll do what you want. You don't wanna change me? I don't care. Just… you have to fix me. Please, somehow, fix me, so the emptiness can be filled. I can't keep cringing every time I hear the word Edward or Cullen because I swear to you, on my last dying breath, it physically hurts me.
We were never the traditional couple. We never really were… well, normal. There's something not quite right, Edward. I know that nothing good could come out of you leaving.
You know what? I'm wrong. Yes, that's probably it. I'm just some silly girl who fell too hard. Because if you felt almost anything close to how I feel, you wouldn't have left, simple as that. You couldn't have. So, I'm sorry. Truly sorry.
There letters, I suppose, are getting out of hand. I'm so sorry.
Bella