Kirsten Bean.

Dear Kirsten.
You are my favourite.

(Today is her birthday.
She is 18 years old.
I MISS HER.)

So today I ran around wearing mascara and danced in my front yard and drank too many cups of tea and pretended you were with me.
You and I are so different.
And so much the same.

You likes mangoes. I hate mangoes.
But I still love you.

I wish I was in your bedroom and we were counting spoons together or something.
I adore you babe.

I think I'm going to go study french now and put my pajamas on and make you another birthday card while ripping up magazines.
Wait till you see what I found for you Honey.
Je t'aime.
Love Your Bell.