Dear Fleur.
The other night I had this dream. And in it, I wrote this brilliant poem. And everyone liked it. And they told me. And I liked it. And it felt so sweet.
But then I woke up.
And I couldn't remember a single line of that poem. I cried. I was so mad. And I didn't know what to do other than be mad.
Then Nat skyped me. And he wanted me to help him with a song.
Let me make something completely clear at this point:
I AM NOT A POET.
But I like to pretend that I could be. And sometimes, when I help Nat, I almost feel like one. So I jumped at the chance to write a little with the boy playing the ukulele. And I think I got carried away this morning. Because I wrote too much. But I was excited. Because of that dream I had.
And I just have to say,
Thank you Nat.
You make me feel like a poet.
&
SOMETIMES YOU'RE GOING TO FORGET THE POEMS YOU WRITE IN YOUR DREAMS, BUT LIFE GOES ON.
Love from Bella.
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