Sweet Bellabeth,

Do you remember me?  Am I just another name and another face, right? Or did Boone tell you the story about me.  I wouldn’t be surprised if he had told you the story about me, I have a way of becoming the icebreaker anecdotes for my friends.  Especially around women, how do you downplay your shortcomings and faults? Simple, tell them a funny embarrassing story about me.  That way everyone laughs and breathes a sigh of relief that they are not the most pathetic one in the room.  I’m starting to ramble and lose track of what I wanted you to know.  I don’t know what you’ve heard from Boone, but would you mind I told you the story… a story you may never read.

What is love at first sight?  What is love? I don’t know, but that how the story begins.  It happened one summer while I was enjoying the day over at my cousin’s house.  You remember Walt and Wendy right?  I’m sure you do, Wendy was your friend.  Hopefully time hasn’t changed it too much.  Well at their house I’m usually around Walt and his best friend Elmo.  Walt and Elmo were battling it out in Boulevard Battler 2: Extreme Edition, needless to say I suck at it and provided no challenge.  So I decided to wander and find things more interesting and less demoralizing.  The sounds of the radio drew me toward Wendy’s room, the door was ajar and I poked my head in. And there was my cousin Wendy sitting on the floor with pictures scattered across the floor.

I sat down across form her to help her and alleviate my boredom.  I picked up a stack of pictures and leafed through them one by one.  I picked out good pictures of her friends for her to peruse and stacked the still life and landscape photos into a separate pile.  Wendy had a lot of pretty friends and they all seem so photogenic if you could get past the fact that most of the photos of them where done in a studio.  You know those airbrushed glamour shots. I must have gone through three dozen photos when one caught my attention.  It was a candid photo of a girl she was at a wedding or so other formal event, because she was in this horrendous hot pink and shiny purple ruffled dress.  The girl in the picture had a flower clasped in her hand.  No not roses, not lilies, and not orchids.  She held a small bouquet of geraniums.  So here was this picture of a girl in an awful bridesmaid dress holding a common geranium.  I was mesmerized not by the ugly dress or the geraniums most people would walk past without a second thought. I was dazzled by the beautiful spirit frozen in time.  I was looking at the definition of a free spirit and that was more beautiful that any airbrushed studio photograph that I have ever seen.  I was looking at a photo of you.

By the way did you end up getting back that the person who put you in that dress?

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