To the girl I never met.

It’s someone’s Birthday today.

Livy.Love

She sent me a bright yellow letter yesterday. With amazing handwriting. And it made me fall in love with her.

FUNNY, HOW YOU CAN FALL IN LOVE WITH PEOPLE YOU’VE NEVER MET.

So,

This is to the sweetest girl I never met.

•I adore your big smile.

•I love you like SUNFLOWERS.

•I cannot for the life of me wait to meet you Darling.

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(Photo via NotebookDoodles)

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•You are so darn cute.

•And I will always think of you when I see YELLOW now.

I HEART YOU.

Happy Birthday Love♥.

To a Dear.

From a girl in pajama pants.

-Bella.Roo

Laria

Laria is 20 years old today.

Dang it.

That’s a good age.

And I’m stuck at 18.

(You feel sweeter when you’re 20, I’m sure.)

♥

Dear Laria,

Happy Birthday.

I’m kind of in LOVE with you.

You’re pretty darn scrumptious.

“…I’ll eat you up, I love you so.”

You are

THE BEEZ KNEEZ.

Everything about you is the best.

I’m glad you’re mine.

Love.

From.

Bella

xoxoxo

♥

SURE PROOF

I can no more describe you/than I can put a thing for the first time/where it already is.

If I could make a ladder of light/or comb the hair of a dream girl with a real comb/or pour a table into a jug…

I’m not good at impossible things.

And that is why I’m sure/I will love you for my ever.

-Norman MacCaig

♥

I HEART MY LARIA.

To my Papa. From the girl in PUMA shoes.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY.

I LOVE YOU.

I love the way you are always sweet with me. And how you give me special things. And when you eat my food off of my plate even when I tell you “NO.” I love your manly skills (i.e. wood chopping, fixing, building…). And the way you laugh at us. And how you let me steal your socks.

I just love you.

You’re better that pie.

(That’s pretty darn good.)

Happy birthday Papa.

I HEART YOU.

♥

I’ve had a lot of little thoughts in my head about

LOVE

&

short stories

&

happiness.

Then I ran across this music video.

(Who doesn’t love Michael Buble?)

And I wanted to write even more.

I will never run out of stories about people finding the sweetest thing in life.

NEVER.

Love.

-Bella(The KOALA BEAR. I’m wearing my PUMAS right now.)

To that one man.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR.JOHN KEATS.

That was the first thought in my head this morning. And it was a good thought.

And today will be a good day.

•I curled my hair for John Keats.

•I’m going to watch xc Districts in my jeans.

•It’s John Keats’ Birthday.

•It’s only supposed to rain on AWARDS.

•I get to carry my red umbrella.

•It’s John Keats’ birthday.

•Trouser socks are in my drawer.

•CHOCOLATE MILK.

•It’s John Keats’ birthday.

•My voice is ready for some cheering.

•Did I mention it’s KEATS’ birthday?

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I HEART HIM.

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“I cannot see what flowers are at my feet…”

-Ode To A Nightingale.

“Point me out the way to any one particular beautous star, and I will flit into it…”

-HYPERION: A Fragment. BOOK III.

“…Like pearl beads dropping sudden from their string: and then another, then another strain…”

-HYPERION: A Fragment. Book II.

“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness…”

-ENDYMION: From BOOK I.

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And that is why.

Now I’m off to a cup of tea and letters written by Mr.KEATS.

Love.

-Bella.dear

Dear Miss Tandy.

Dear Miss Tandy,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST.

I ♥ YOU.

O so much.

it’s incredible how much i love you.

i love you like those insane young men who sing outside little ladies windows at 2 o’clock in the morning. i love you like an amazing little wife loves her adorable little husband enough to buy him a kitty for his birthday—even though she’s allergic. i love you like an older brother loves his younger brother enough to take him along on the car ride, even though he knows he’ll talk his ear off. i love you like a father loves his daughter and tells her by buying her pearls on her 24th.

I LOVE YOU SO DARN MUCH.

O so much.

and i can’t even tell you. no matter how many times i say it, it won’t be enough. i just love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. and i can’t tell you enough.

i wish i could of found you a sweet, handsome guy

to

knock on our front door

and kiss you.

(even though you don’t want to be kissed.)

because you know, it’s tradition.

but i couldn’t find one.

so here’s a kiss.

from a sweet, handsome guy.

who you don’t know.

but he is ADORABLE.

i’m sure.

*KISS*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN.

HAPPY DAY.

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i know i promised you a clue for your little treasure hunt, so here it is.

LALA MIA MADE YOU SOMETHING.

SOMETHING SPRUCEY.

IT”S GRAND.

I”M HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE WITH IT.

WANT TO SEE IT?

THE HAPPY WITTY WORDS OF MS. TANDY.

CLICK IT.

YOU”LL LOVE IT.

i love you to death.

really i do.

love.

-Bella♥

xoxoxo

.HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTHER.

it’s my Mumsie’s birthday today. she’s some age i do not know. the only birthday i remember of my Mumsie’s is when she turned 39. so she’ll always be 39 to me.

I

♥

YOU.

(like the dickens.)

she turned some age i do not know in our town soup kitchen. pretty darn special. you know, i turned 18 at a library puppet show… we have birthdays in the oddest places.

(i was a butcher of sorts today. cutting meat for a very long time. i.hated.it. i shall never ever marry a butcher. i just couldn’t love a butcher.)

sleep is falling from my eyelids right now. i have been going going going. i stayed up till 12 o’clock last night typing up a little “I Love You” book for Mumsie. then i woke up at 7 o’clock and went to the cul-de-sac with Miss Tandy and picked her flowers. then we headed to the soup kitchen till 2 o’clock. then we went to a little tea party/birthday party at a friend’s house. then Miss Tandy and i went to xc practice. then the grocery store. and last, i am home. i left the house at 10 o’clock this morning and got home at 6:30ish. funny, how you can leav,e and not step foot into your house until a long long time. it made me laugh. and it made me tired. but i really ought to settle down and write in my novel. but i really ought to spend some more time with my Mumsie. maybe i’ll do both. or maybe i’ll fall asleep.

i hope she had a good day. i hope she knows i love her (she should. i only told har about a jazillion times). if she hasn’t gotten it yet though,

I LOVE YOU MORE THAN I SAID MOMMY.

‘BOUT A 100 TIMES MORE.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY. AGAIN.

(i love you. again.)

love.

-Bella.dear