Dear Bella,
February. Valentine's Day and the first anniversary of your arrival in Forks. Not that I can really celebrate. I'm in Mexico, on Victoria's trail, trying to follow her down to Brazil. Stupid sunshine is making things difficult.
The longer I go,
the more unbearable my loneliness becomes. Alice is right; I can't
keep this up for much longer. I have to be determined that you
deserve a better life if I stand any chance of making it through the
rest of the 60 odd years ahead of me. Once you leave this world,
Bella, life will have no more meaning. I will be right behind you.
Though we can never meet again.
You will
undoubtedly go to heaven; you have always been so kind and selfless.
I, on the other hand, am a soulless monster who deserves nothing less
than the torment that is waiting for me in hell. I don't care what
Carlisle says.
Probably you are
with someone new by now. Jacob, most likely, but then, what do I know
about the way your brain works? It could just as easily be Mike or
Eric or even Tyler; any of the boys in your class really. You are so
beautiful, you can take your pick.
I hope you find a
nice Valentine. I am sorry it can never be me.
All my love for
eternity (you still have my heart, remember).
Edward
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