My Regards to J.

I try to think of you more often than before, after learning my biggest fear for you has come true.

You traded in your lofty future for a lowly consequence, and all for the prospect of one night of fun; it now cowers in the very real shadows of the life you took away. I think of you more often, in hopes to tip the balance toward people who see you for who you really are rather than for what you've done.

Goodnight, sweet J. Thanks for the kisses and the dances. I hope my thoughts throughout these years have reached your prison, and have somehow kept you warm.