I feel really weird writing this to you own paper..But, telling you this in person would probably feel, much, much, weirder..Anyway, I prefer letters to actual talking, because, I don't stutter for once! Although, my terrible hand writing would probably make up for it, though, sorry. This is going to turn out really cheesy.
Well, Joy..You were always different from the others. Not in a bad way, of course. On the first day of school, you were the only one who bothered to actually talk to me, whilst pretty much everybody else ignored me like I didn't exist. You gave me almost all of your lunch when some jerks took mine, even when I insisted you keep it. You looked at me as a friend when others just looked at me and saw a wimp. You would listen to my lame jokes I sometimes make and even laugh at them sometimes. You were always there to stand up to bullies when I couldn't. Whenever they tried to beat me up or tease me and call me girly, you were the first one to tell them to back off. You never said a bad thing about me, as clumsy and useless as I am. You were always there to cheer me up, catch me whenever I fell, and boost my confidence when I really needed it..Which is pretty much everyday. You were like my guardian angel.
My life would suck a whole lot more if you weren't in it. Sure, I had a few other friends, like Kyvu. But like I said..You always stood out from the rest of them.
I've started liking you..More than just a friend. More than a best friend, even.
If you want, I could be your Valentine..Well, both in a literal and metaphorical sense I guess..If you don't want me to be, then that's fine, as long as you'll keep being my friend.
I'm not sure if you'll bother to read this at all, and I understand. Just know that you are probably one of the most important piggles in my life, and I'd do anything for you. Well, almost anything. I would definitely try at least.
Love,

P.S. I like your spikes. I don't understand why you hate them so much. They're cool. You're perfect just the way you are, and I wouldn't change a thing.
P.P.S. Especially your eyes. I love your eyes. They're a perfect, crystal blue, and I could stare at them all day.
P.P.P.S. Okay, that sounded really creepy. I should really end this letter now.