French.moi.

Dear Fleur.

(photo via audreyhepburncomplex)

This is what was running through my head all day. And I won't lie. J'ai adoré.
Love from Bell.
♥.

Blue in the face.

I apologize for the lack of blogging lately. I got busy. But, c'est la vie. And I'm here now.
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I went off on a little third-person posting for a while there. I kind of like it. So don't go crazy on me if that sort of thing occasionally pops up here and there. Like right now...
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Her eyes itched. She kept rubbing them. But she only had herself to thank for that. It was almost 12 o'clock after all.
She wore a big, knitted salmon coloured sweater. And a white feathered headband in her hair. And the words of Brain Andreas were all over her lips. She had fallen in love with him tonight. She was jealous of that man. It was the only way to explain it. He had what she wanted. Talent. And it made her heart envious & joyous all at once. She wanted to make people feel the way he made her feel.
She was getting more tired by the minute. She could always tell she was tired when she couldn't remember her French. And right now, she couldn't remember how to say "I like you." She needed to remember that. She was going to say it a lot tomorrow.
Because tomorrow was Valentines Day. She really liked Valentine's Day.
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"I was waiting for the longest time, she said. I thought you forgot.

It is hard to forget, I said, when there is such an empty space when you are gone."
Brian Andreas
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Tonight, I want to marry a boy from France. I wrote him a letter. But I don't know his name. I just call him "French boy." And I think I like it.
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Love from Bella.

p.s. I am holding my breath for tomorrow.