Dear Isabel

isabel,

if there was a definition of perfect, you'd be it.

it doesn't matter what you're doing or who you're with. everything about you is flawless.

even your flaws are flawless.

oliver told me today that i was beautiful.

i didn't believe him.

i think that sometimes people tell you things because they want you to be happy. it is like they feel so bad for you that they have to make things up for you to just not believe them.

why do people do things like that?

why do they lie?

was he lying?

i don't know.

i don't know a lot of things.