Iced latte.

I saw her.
She wore her Mom's earrings from Junior High. It was the cutest thing ever. We had coffee. Took a walk. Hugged each other to death. She played A Fine Frenzy's "Almost Lover" for me. I bought her Hens&Chicks from a nursery down the road. We held hands. Ate cherries. Pretended no one else was there. She got a tan. I got a sunburn. I gave her homemade paper with flowers pressed in it from a little shop downtown. She gave me my early birthday presents.
And then we said goodbye.
And I cried my eyes out.
And she waved out the sun-roof as they drove off.

3rd time. In 3 years. After 1 1/2 years apart. My best friend.
I held her hand.

I love you Kirsten Bean.

Love, Your Bell.