Dear T, I miss you. I miss you so badly. You never had to try to make me feel beautiful like J does. He actually asked me that. Makes me feel pathetic. I love you. I still love you after three years of you being completely gone from me. This hurts so bad. More than anything. I miss you. You didn’t have to try it just came. I love you so much and I always will. Time doesn’t heal shit. That’s the biggest lie. They thought I didn’t really love you. That you took advantage of me. Obviously that wasn’t true. I do love you. I do and always will. I love J though, dearly. He just tries so hard. He thinks he can fix me. I tried explaining it’s not that easy. You can’t just make someone happy. It isn’t that easy. I wish it was. I wish it was so bad. It can be a temporary fix if the happiness is based on that person, like mine was you. But what if they leave? You’re left off worse than you were to begin with. I just wish there was a way for you to read the things I am typing to you. Help me. Save me. Please.