Dear jars of sand, you are mine. Love, that one girl.

Dear Fleur.
My life is perfect right now.

I don't have to get my mole removed off my back,

and,

I AM GOING TO THE BEACH TOMORROW.

Love,
Bella.

hot chai tea latte.

Dear Fleur.
I hated this morning.

Then it all got better.
Ria brought me home a hot chai tea latte from STARBUCKS.
Bright Star is on the kitchen table.
And,
I don't have to get my mole removed.

Oui.
You heard right.
That special little mole on my back, I don't have to get it cut off.

Face.

Bad day die.
John Keats fill my head.
And sunscreen cover me.
Love, Bella.

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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.