Dear you,

I love you. I really, really do. But that doesn't change the facts. We never see each other, we never talk....I just can't do this. I want you to know that no matter what I love you. But we can't stay together. We're too different, y'know? You're immature and childish and jealous. I'm not. I need someone who I can see, who I hug and hold hands with every day. Someone I can get lunch with on early outs, someone who I don't have to worry about dragging me away from my friends because I want to talk to them and they get jealous.....I miss you. I do. But this is tearing me apart. I don't think I'm right for you. I feel like, as much as I know how much you would hate this analogy, you're bella and I'm edward and being around you just hurts you. The more time we spend together the more you seem to fall under my spell and I don't even know what I'm doing. You have already said that you don't believe in God, but if I asked you to, you would try as hard as you could. I don't want that kind of power over you. If you do something, I want it to be because you want to do it and not because I said something.

I love you and I want you to know that we'll always be friends and you'll always always be my best memory....but that doesn't change what I have to do. Goodbye.

Me.