Dear Edward,

So it’s been two weeks now, two long painful weeks. I’ve not been coping very well.  I’ve been sent to a therapist to try and help me, but nothing can help me, there’s no cure.

You’re all I ever think about.  The way your pea green eyes would light up a room, the way your blonde hair swept across your face.  You’re impossible to forget, I don’t want to forget.

Everyone’s been asking me how I feel, I smile, pretending it’ll be okay, but it won’t.  My therapist, Bridie, gave me this diary, where I can write down my innermost thoughts and feelings.  I’m not sure how I feel about giving it to her, after all, all my thoughts are about you, I don’t think she’ll quite understand how much you meant to me.

I’m going to tell you how it’s been without you here with me.  How I feel all day everyday will be written down in here.  Starting from day one, aka, the day you left this world.