it's been two years and at 11:11 sometimes i still wish i will run into you today.
dear high school crush,
yep, still crushin.
dear institute boy,
don't sing in spanish. this is america. and find your scriptures, because i'm sick of sharing mine.
love, kamille (and i know you know my name, you don't need to ask EVERY DAY)
dear boy from freshman year,
i saw you blush when i smiled at you yesterday, it was cute. stop being so shy and talk to me. ok?
when we get married and they write a book on our life together, it will be entitled Beauty and the Biebs. I can't wait to be one less lonely girl.