R♥e♥d.

Dear Fleur.

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When I was about 13 years old, I had a dream.
I was best friends with a gorgeous red haired girl.
And I loved it.
From then on, I kept my eyes peeled for people blessed with fiery tresses. I scoured the sidewalks. Peeked into stores. Collected pictures from magazines. One time, I even walked into a Mexican restaurant because the waiter had rosy locks. I read The Red-Headed League by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I told a random xc runner that I loved her hair. Walked through a Farmer's Market with my hopes up.
But it all amounted to nothing.
Till not too long ago, I made some new friends.

Kenzie.
&
Reagan.

And I adore them. They are positively Mmmmazing. There is nothing about them that I don't like. But you see, we've never met each other--thank heavens for the internet. And that makes me sad. But you also see, one of these days, I will meet them.
I promise.
And you'll hear about it. Believe me you will.
And I will have a picture of me with my red haired friends. My gorgeous red haired friends.
♥.
Love Bell.