Dear Ariella,
I keep cutting myself.
Each cut is for your beautiful face.
Today you dyed your hair.
It's blue, now.
Because you dyed your hair, I got a tattoo.
It's a picture of your long, blue hair
And beautiful face, from the side.
It's on my back,
Because every time I look back,
Your face is on every past memory.
I want to show you my tattoo.
But that would be hard.
By the way
I like your hair.
It's pretty,
Like you.
-Lucas
