Just wanted to let you all know that I will be working on some outtakes form Edward's POV. He will be giving us some thoughts on his reactions to her letters.

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~MDE~

Chapter 8

"He asked you for what?" Alice screeched through the phone.

"He asked me to send him a photo or to describe myself," I answer back as I move the phone to my right ear.

"What did you tell him?"

"I haven't answered him yet."

To be honest, I'm not sure what to do. That is why I called Alice. She always knows the right thing to do. Part of me wants to send him the photo, but I want to make sure I'm doing the right thing. I'm the daughter of a cop, and I know it's not the smartest thing to do; just going around sending your photo to strange men.

"OK, spill it. What are you thinking? And you know you can't hold anything back. I will know if you are keeping things." Alice laughs, but she's right. I have never been able to keep things from her. The great thing is that she will not judge, she is just honest.

"Part of me is saying to break off all contact. I mean, come on, he wants my photo after only a few letters." I pause as I think of a way to finish.

"But…"

"But, a part of me says trust him. That he's not asking for the wrong reasons, and that it's normal to be curious. I mean, I am. I've sat and wondered what he looks like. I don't know, Alice, there is a pull I feel to him. I have never stalked my mailbox as much as I have these past few weeks. He's easy to talk to, and funny as hell. It's weird, I feel like I have known him so much longer. Does it make me crazy?"

"Of course not, it's a way of meeting someone with no pressure. I think you need to do what feels right. If you want to tell him what you look like, go for it. I already told you I have a good feeling about him."

"Alice, you're crazy, but I love you. I'll think about it. I'll let you know what happens with his next letter."

"OK, you do that, and let me know what you decide."

I hang up with Alice and head to my bedroom. I take his letter and lay on the bed reading it for what must be the fifth time. Do I want to take that step? I really do feel like I can trust him. I don't know how to explain it, this pull I feel. I seem to think about him often. Maybe I am turning into a crazy stalker.

Really though, what do I have to lose? He sees my photo and doesn't like it? Wait; do I want him to like it that way? I mean, maybe he does just want it to whack off to, but how many girls are over there, and how long has he been there? Why does the thought of him touching himself to my photo turn me on? God, I'm so confused. I need to think about it more. I crawl under the covers and settle in for a great night sleep.

July 20, 2011

Dear Edward:

I hope you are doing well. I'm glad my tipsy letter didn't have you run off thinking I'm crazy. It was a long day, and I'd already had a few when I found your letter in the mail. I was surprised to know you are so close to me. I have been there once, to Portland. Alice and I went on a weekend getaway and stayed in a hotel. It's nice there, I enjoyed the city.

I think it's nice that you can be sensitive at times. That was part of the issue with my last relationship. Not that what we have is a relationship. Oh, you know what I mean. He had a hard time understanding that I can be sensitive sometimes. Not that I'm needy or over emotional or anything. Sometimes, it's just nice to be held after a hard day. He didn't understand that; he often though that I overreacted, and maybe sometimes I did, but to me that didn't matter. What mattered was that I was upset or needy that night, and he would brush my feelings off. He would often tell me it was no reason to get upset over, or that he couldn't understand the issue. I didn't always need him to understand, just to be there. That was one of the reasons we didn't work. So don't change that quality about you. It will make some girl very happy someday.

I have thought about your question on email. I agree that I too look forward to your letters. I think I have seen more of my mailman these last few weeks than I had in the last three months. I will provide you with my email address at the end of this letter. Maybe it's for the better. I think I am was making the mailman nervous.

I have also thought a lot about your request for a photo. I even called my friend Alice for advice. I will be honest; a part of me is scared to send it to you. I don't know if I told you, but my dad is a cop, and that part of me screams, no, you do not give some stranger your photo, but then there is this part that already feels this trust for you. Besides, you already have my name and address. So, in reality, if you were some crazy ax murderer, you already have enough information to find me. Not that I think that, of course. It's just the way my brain uses to think things out.

I wish I could describe this pull I feel to you. I have never met you; I have no clue what you look like or even if what you tell me is true. My gut tells me I can trust you, and that's another thing my dad taught me; trust your gut. I'm sorry if I am rambling, or saying too much. I'm not trying to scare you off, but I just needed to get it out. To see if maybe you can make any sense of what I am feeling. So yes, I am including my photo. I promise that it is me, and I am not really some five hundred pound fifty year old male. To be honest, I have been wondering what you look like as well.

Take care, and be safe, Edward.

By the way, my email is .

Sincerely,

Bella

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hope you enjoyed it.