He has gone. He is not coming back. He does not Amore te anymore. He has gone. He is not coming back. He does not Amore te anymore. He has gone. He is not coming back. He does not Amore te anymore. He has gone. He has gone. He has gone.
I could say this to myself a thousand times and it still would not make me feel any better. Nothing can, not anymore. When... when Edward and the rest of the Cullen’s left Forks they took my soul with them. Everything that made me happy is gone. They are never coming back. I am like a zombie, I walk, eat, sleep and I answer if somebody asks me something but that is it. It hurts, but I have to keep going for Charlie’s sake.
I write to Alice sometimes but I can never send them in the post as I don’t have a clue where she is. When I write to Alice it makes me feel better, like the rip in my cuore is starting to heal. All my letters remain in a box under my bed, my cuore sealed away.
Night is the worst. All my memories come floding back to me, and not just the bad ones. In my dreams Victoria is standing there on the horizon, just close enough for me to see. I am screaming for Edward but he is no where in sight. He is gone. He is not coming to save me. And that is when I wake up, screaming every time. I dont know my future but I know that I will never be whole again