♥.

Dear Fleur.
I have an older seester. She's adorable. Witty. Smart. Gorgeous. And obnoxiously stubborn at times.
You see, for a while, she said she didn't believe in love.

That girl doesn't believe in love?
You can imagine how maddening it was for me. Because I'm the girl who writes love stories. I'm the girl who has seen a lady trip into a guy's arms on the sidewalk and look at him and blush. I've seen people run to each other in the airport and kiss beautifully. I've wished to dash through a wedding dress shop. I've cried over Endymion by John Keats. I've convinced myself that everyone is perfect for someone. I have sat on the floor in Barnes&Noble reading Pride And Prejudice. I like seeing people hold hands. I think Jesus is the most amazing picture of perfect love. I believe marriage is sacred. I've watched The Notebook over 16 times. I'M THE GIRL WHO LOVES LOVE.
And my older sister walked around saying she thought it didn't exist. It was like a slap to my face. Like she was telling me I was a liar. Telling me everything I'd ever written and seen was ridiculous. She is my role model. I want to be like her. Just like her. Brave. Kind. Sweet. But she didn't believe in love.

Till the other night.

I got her to believe in love. I convinced her that it's real.
And it made my heart beat so fast and nice. And suddenly, I wanted to cry and shout for joy and jump up and down on my bed like a crazy girl. Love is the best thing that ever happened to me. And now it's happening to her. That is special. It really is.
Know why?
Because I love Ria.
And she should know what I feel inside.

Love from Bell.