"Heart on Your Sleeve"

Dear Heart,
The moon was a pearl, and I wrapped myself around Tilly as if smothering her with love would protect her from snooty girls and the curse of being too pretty for your own good. Nothing is worse than seeing the people you love suffer and being able to do nothing about it.
To soothe both my boiling blood and Tilly's anxieties we discovered glitter pens and stencils in the corner of her room, and gave two to Pa straight off. One on either arm like a biker! Tilly and Chloe each have a little heart on their washboard stomachs (though drawing them proved difficult, owing to their mammoth, glitter-induced hysterics).
Myself? I wear a heart on my wrist, like a weapon.
Love, Lydia x