Dear George,

I've been thinking about you a lot lately.
Your romance.
Your emotion.
Your...perfectness.
I've been basking in memories of our time spent together within the last few years, and I'm sad to see it lessening.
Maybe I'm dying to see you because I'm getting married soon...you know, just taking one last look of loves past. But, I can't but help thinking our story ends here. Maybe that's wrong of me, maybe it's hopefully and naive...but I don't mind being those things. If anything--you taught them to me.
There's something about you that I just can't give up on.
There's something about you that others just don't have. Maybe it's your honesty. Maybe it's your truthfulness. Maybe it's ? 
As you once said, everything is fate. So, I'll leave it up to that. If we're meant to see each other once more we will--if not, then I guess I'll live in memories of the past. But I surely hope once more.

Until then I'll think of seeing you in a field of flowers.

Baskingly Yours,
NicholleLee

Dear Astrid,

I can't quite figure out why I don't like you, but I don't.


You've been in the back of my mind ever since our first meeting--what was it, a month ago? But, I'm just not itching to see you again. I should be. You have a most incredible life. Speakeasies, flapper dresses, horses; it sounds divine. I mean look at you!! You're GORGEOUS. You're the modern day Daisy? I have no idea!


But, something about your attitude makes the hair on my arms stick up and I have a feeling we would not end up friends. And if we did, it would not end pretty.


Violet Baudelaire once told me first impressions are often wrong and I know she's right. I mean, if I just took the time to actually get to know you, I'm sure we'd get along just fine...right? But, I just can't seem to get over that first impression. I'm trying to listen to her, really I am!! You're still in the back of my head, that's got to count for something, yeah?


I'm sure you can tell your fair share of tales--I doubt you're one to sit home on Friday night and read. You're in New York, the Big City, the Red Apple, and I'm here...in Oklahoma. I mean, I'll admit, my life is not glamorous. I'd like to live vicariously through you, but at the same time I don't mind a quiet life filled with books and purring kittens. Something about you tells me you'd laugh at my trivial lifestyle. And, I'd stare awestruck, with my jaw dropped at yours. Lets switch for a day?


So, I guess I'm writing to say don't to give up on me just yet. It may take me a while, but I normally come around. I have a feeling we have the potential to be great friends...I'm just a little slow. And, you're probably pretty impatient...

So, until next time...maybe...


Slowly becoming yours,
NicholleLee