Loving what you hate.

Dear Fleur.
So. I found blackberries last night. Tazza and Jenn and I went to a frozen yogurt place after school. I filled my little bowl with cheesecake yogurt and went over to the toppings and then proceeded to freak out. Blackberries. Strawberries. Blueberries. Raspberries. I used to hate berries. But c'est la vie.
This morning I woke up and my hair looked like it went through a blender. Then I had a fight with my little brother because I want to name a child "Atlas Hosea," and Atlas is a titan god. He is convinced that everyone will hate my kid if I do that. He reads too much Percy Jackson.
I have so much homework to do today.
We all watched James Bond together before bed. I think I liked the shower scene the best. And I know that sounds bad, but I promise it's not. It's just sweet. If spies can be sweet.
Now I have to go draw.
Love Bells.

Birds.

Dear Fleur.
My hair's a big mess today. And I'm wearing eyeliner and mascara which I usually don't do. I have to file for financial aid. AGAIN. Nice church service this morning. Week of Prayer and Fasting started. Tulips on the table. And I decided to read Daniel again this week and write Charlie Meets The Sky. Maybe fixing the van. Trying to be a waitress. Cold hands. Good dreams lately. And I like wearing blouses these days. And I need a nice oak frame for the picture Victoria gave me; so I can hang it up. I'll paint more. Draw pictures. School. And I want to stargaze tonight. Maybe I'll convince Tazza to bundle up and we can lay on the lawn together.

I really want the flowers to grow back. So I can make a flower crown.
But all I have is bird earrings.
It'll do.

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Dear Fleur.
I was kind of mad this morning. I had to go to the doctor's. And she told me that they needed to remove the mole on my back. The thing is, I like the mole on my back.

Before you say anything, let me explain.

(photo via weheartit)

A few months ago I had a dream that I got married. My husband was adorable. And we were so happy. And in my dream it was morning. I was sitting at the table in my kitchen. My hair was a mess. I was drinking coffee from a french press. Eating toast&strawberries for breakfast. Reading Shakespeare. And he came up behind me. Put his arms around me. And then leaned down and kissed the little mole on my back. And whispered in my ear, "I think you're cute." And went to get himself a cup of coffee.

Now you may call me names like "crazy," "ridiculous," and "over-the-top."
I really don't care. I was born romantic.
And I like it.
Just like I like the mole on my back.
Besides, who prefers stitches and biopsies and doctors visits over kisses?
No one.
Love from Bella.

Heart in my ears.

Dear Fleur.
There is this boy. He looks like this.

(Yes, he is that cute.)

He is a very dear friend. We Skype him. But we have always been webcam-less. Until today. When the mail came. And I opened up a webcam.
I think my heart was pouring out my ears.
I did the spazzy dance in my kitchen.
THANK YOU DAVEY ROSE.
You have just made my bad day better. I'm pleased to be your friend. And I hope we can write French to one another for years and years. I cannot wait for you to see my face. Even if my hair is a mess.
Love from Bell.