I'm going to go cry now, just because I don't own Twilight.
Somewhere in England, several days later:
Mail call. A tedious time, thought I hoped I would receive something. Mother was angry with me for joining the military; I never told her that I had no choice. I would not have gone had the choice lain with me, it meant I would have to leave my heart in Chicago whilst my body was wherever I was sent.
When I heard my name barked most disrespectfully, I stepped forward and felt a jolt through my heart when I saw the hand-writing. It belonged to Bella. I held the letter close to my heart as I hurriedly rushed through my meal of a cold, sticky substance I supposed to be porridge. I filled my canteen and returned to my barrack, throwing my body on the cot so I might read the sweet words from the only woman I had ever loved.
After read, rereading, and rereading once more, I got up, rifling desperately through my small chest of things until I found was I was so urgently searching for. My pad of paper, and a fountain pen, hastily pulled from a container, now in frantic use. How I craved her!
"My love," I began, tapping the pen against the smooth skin of my cheek, unsure of how to phrase myself so as now to worry her more.
Your letter arrived today. I felt a shock go through my heart as I touched it, almost identical to the shock I feel when you touch me. I love you so much, I amaze myself everyday.
My heart aches for you, I long to be by your side as well, I also pray for this cursed war to end before any more unneeded casualties derive from it.
As always, you are right. War tolls the most on the women; it is my wish that you are not so afflicted. I will return to you. I solemnly swear I will.
As for your prayers, I am unhurt. As a matter of fact, I have not yet seen a battle. I must admit to you that I had hoped to experience one, so that I may award our grandchildren a most fantastic story of when grandpa fought alongside the bravest men in the world, crawling through the cold mud in an effort to become the victor so that I might return to America and their kind, sweet, old grandmother.
I look forward to becoming parents and grandparents together, and we will, my sweet Bella. I shall return, the conquering hero, to his sweet damsel in waiting, kissing her on his home soil before taking her gentle hand in marriage. And then, my love, we shall have the most beautiful baby girl in the world, who will look exactly as her mother does. She will be spoiled rotten.
It is my belief that I will see you soon. There are rumors of the war's imminent death; it is now August, some say that the war will cease before the year is out!
I must go now; they are calling for the troops to gather for inspection.
All the love one man can possibly possess, I give it to you freely. My heart is yours.
I love you,
Edward