Chapter 78

Before this letter, I wrote two others. I cried in all of them. Not to remind me of Edward's pain in my life. But for knowing that these moments would never come back. I would never be worrying about the chatter and gossip at my school. I would never feel that emotion of the first job and the world that opened up as a fan for adults. I would never let myself be carried away by the innocent love that is born in the most unexpected way possible. That's why I cried. Because I didn't have the strength to see everything repeat itself before my eyes and not want to run back to the past.

Because, if I concentrated a lot, I could still go back to those moments and revisit them. But the moment lasted very little and I just felt worse. I could feel the sun on those picnic afternoons. I heard the children screaming at the mall on our weekly visits. I felt my heart fill with emotion when I remembered the breakfasts in bed. I laughed when I remembered your provocations. And