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Dear Fleur.
My little sister is pretending to be a vegetarian for a week. She is a vegetarian for a few hours. Then she has ham for lunch. And then she is a vegetarian for a few more hours. it's pretty much a win-win situation. And kind of attractive. I don't know.

I realized today that I feel like that. A fake vegetarian. See, I don't think I am in love with God enough. It's kind of weird. I always thought of God as my "Father". And it was nice and all. Having a daughterly love like that. But today while in church I started to feel limited by that.
I WANTED TO BE IN LOVE WITH JESUS.
I kind of wanted Jesus to be my fiance or something like that. Maybe my boyfriend. Or even my husband. That would be so great. To be married to Jesus. Then I realized that that doesn't actually happen till he comes back to get us. So I just decided he and I will be engaged.

And I stopped feeling like a vegetarian who wasn't really a vegetarian. And I felt like the one girl who sometimes doubts everything but is entirely in love with Jesus wholeheartedly and can't wait to go to her own wedding in heaven.

I have new wedge heels that I love. And a lot of steak in my freezer. And that's just what I've been thinking about. That and a lot of Donald Miller.
Love Bell.

"Wanna go out with me?"

Dear Fleur.
Conversation at my dinner table tonight went something about lies and weddings and gift registries over grilled cheeses with ketchup.
It was nice.
And I had a realization.
Best date a boy could ever take a girl out on.
An expensive store where they would pretend to register for a wedding.
Trust me, your girlfriend would laugh forever.
That would be positively the most fun you could ever have with a guy.
That,
or running hand in hand on the beach.
(But who doesn't love the beach?)

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Love, Bell.