Denny,

I’m sorry.  You have no idea how sorry.  I feel like scum.  Heh.  No.  I feel like the little micro-organisms on the bottom of rocks at the bottom of the Marianna’s Trench.  And I know you don’t get that.  It’s just another thing I was never able to tell you about in the past three months.

Three months.  Three short months where we packed in the knowledge of years about one another.  I know more about you than anyone, yet . . .  I have the feeling that won’t last long.  Soon enough, we’ll be strangers to one another, and knowing that tears me up inside.

You’re my Jacob.  My personal sun.  The one that I’ll always love, but never in the right way.  Like Bella says in Breaking Dawn, "We got off track, Jake.  Out of balance.  You’re supposed to be part of my life–I can feel that, and so can you.  But not like this.  We did something wrong.  No, I did.  I did something wrong, and we got off track . . ."

I know what I’ve done.  What I have to live with now.  What I’ll miss.  And I’ll regret hurting you for the rest of my life.

I do love you.  I just wish it was in the right way, even though I do understand it’d be too late for that now.

Kate.