One More Letter

To Jessie

About Jessie: I met Jessie through Katie, and Jessie is also a year above me. Jessie is very similar to her real name, and I'm 50% sure she has an account here, so oh well! Half my friends have already seen their letters, so what's the harm?

Dear Jessie,

You... I don't even know how to describe you. Not loud, not quiet. You're opinionated. You stand up for anyone who's being bullied, even if it's someone you barely know. I've seen it. You're a bad ass princess warrior. You've got more school spirit than the whole baseball team. You're a nicer person than the pope (okay, maybe that's an exaggeration...). You're funny and smiley and you always seem to know how to cheer people up, or how to comfort them, or how to severely burn them. And you're also a mosaic. Broken pieces, put back together not to make something whole, but to make it beautiful. That's what you are. You're a mosaic piece of art, maybe you're breakable, and maybe there are a few gaps and flaws, but that's what makes it one of a kind. 

I think that's how it's so easy to like to, to become friends with you. You knew me by name when I was still trying to remember yours. You gave me a fist bump when I was still confused as to why someone like you was hanging out with me. I'm still sort of wondering that, but you keep giving out hugs and fist bumps, raising people's spirits. You do good at that. You're really good at that. Heck, when I was crying for the first time at school, you were the first person to ask if I was okay. You were the first person not to walk off with pity in their eyes when I said, practically growling at you before my voice broke, "I'm fine."

I think that's all anyone could ask for in a true friend. You've taught me a lot.

Sincerely, the one who was confused