Dear j, Thanks. For everything. The playlists, the book recs, the laughter, the support, the nicknames, the visit, the hugs when I left you, the rock. Especially the rock. You’ve become a part of me over the six months we’ve been talking. I’m so attached to you, and honestly, it’s terrifying, but somehow, I love it. You worry me at times. The 3 AM conversations, the cries for help, they scare me. I just want you to be okay. I know you will be one day. You’re healing. I couldn’t be more proud. Constellations in your eyes, sunshine in your laugh, don’t forget you’re beautiful. See you this fall. I hope.