The Last Letter

by Rebecca Yarros

How amazing it is to meet someone through their words before their face, to find their mind attractive, and then see if the body follows. Not that I’m judging your body. I’m sure it’s great, since you do what you do. I mean, it’s fine. Stupid. Freaking. Pen. I’m just saying that I have to admit that I’m attracted to who you are as a person. Is that weird? I hope not. More people should meet like this, to really understand a

person before they see the outer packaging.

We are imperfect people made that way by an imperfect world, and we don’t always get a say in what shapes us.

And besides, Havoc is getting fat.” She whined and tilted her head at me.

“It’s okay, I like you with a little curve,” I reassured her