Dear J,
Thank you.
Thank you for dragging me when i was already down.
For making me hate my innocence when i had barely any left.
For staring into my eyes and telling me that they looked sad when all i wanted was to be happy.
Thank you J, for running me into the arms of T.

Dear T,
Thank you for picking me up when i was on the ground.
For telling me that my dimples were beautiful even when i felt like i was a smaller version of the moon.
For making me smile even when i had tears of sadness streaming down my face.
Thank you for making me forget J, the one who corrupted my mind and scrambled it up like a rubik's cube that has yet to been solved. The one who walked all over my unmarked grave and turned their back when i was reaching up from the ground in a  zombie-like state begging for help to be brought back to life.
Thank you for showing me what love is really like.
Thank you T.
and thank you J.