Chapter 77

Dear reader and friend,

This letter was not a declaration of love.

I never wanted you to feel that my story and that of Edward were worthy of being envied. I didn't want you to be deluded by the idea that a perfect man is hidden under black clothes and a sad face. I didn't want you to believe that a great love can be eternal. Because he's not. Love doesn't hurt, and when it hurts, it's because it wasn't made for us. Edward didn't take away my ability to love, on the contrary, he just showed me that that was not the moment. And that when something is wrong, it's not a conversation that can help, it's a real willpower.

This letter is not about a relationship that can warm your heart on a cold night. It's not a good dose of coffee for the unfortunate days. Not even a dose of serotonin for those desperate for obscenities. This letter was an account of what Edward meant in my life. What he became, although he was neither