To My Person(s), I'm Not Even Sure How To Begin To Say 'Thank You'
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To My Person(s), I'm Not Even Sure How To Begin To Say 'Thank You'

I have so many things to thank you for, and I have no idea where to begin, but we'll start somewhere.

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To My Person(s), I'm Not Even Sure How To Begin To Say 'Thank You'
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I think one of the most important things in life are the relationships you build with those you surround yourself with.

I have always been the person that loves a lot- sometimes too much. I overextend myself and most of the time it's for people that do not deserve it. I just wanted to give a quick "thank you" to the people that have chosen to love me despite my many annoying, obnoxious flaws.

I know I am not easy to deal with. I am hard headed and extremely opinionated, but you all never fail to make sure I see the bigger picture. I have learned to be more open-minded, and less judgmental about so many things. Thank you for opening my eyes to a totally new perspective.

I know am extremely overemotional, I know, sensitive should be my middle name. Thank you for always listening to my rants and never diminishing the way I feel. I tend to be overbearing and super sappy, so thank you for loving me for the cheese ball I am.

I know my anxiety gets the best of me at the worst times, but thank you for never making me feel overdramatic. Thank you for talking me through it and trying to make me feel as comfortable as possible. Stepping outside of my comfort zone is so refreshing, even if it is slightly terrifying.

I know we get busy, and often cannot seem to make time for each other, but catching up after weeks have passed is honestly one of my favorite things. Thank you for never making me feel guilty for being busy, or even just lazy at times, and having my back like no time has passed.

You know I often overthink every little thing and destroy perfectly good things because of my mind. Thank you for always talking me through this mindset and not letting it get the best of me.

You know that I go through phases where I need space from everyone, and you always respect that. You give me time to breathe and then you are there to pick up where we left off. Thank you for understanding and never asking questions.

You know how much I love music, and always send me songs you think I'll enjoy. Those "Hey, I heard this and thought you'd enjoy it" texts are always priceless. Thank you for sharing some of the most beautiful songs with me, and please keep sending them my way.

You know how trusting I am and often remind me that not everyone has the same intentions as me. Thank you for never making me feel stupid for trusting the wrong people, but reminding me that not everyone will hurt me the way people in my past have.

"Some people are really good with words, and to them that's all it is; a bunch of words strung together to make you fall."

I don't say it nearly as much as I should, but I am so blessed to have people in my life that see me at my worst and still love me as if I was at my best. I have learned so many things from the relationships I have built and I cannot wait to continue to watch them grow through all the trials life will throw at us.

You are my person(s), and I couldn't wish for better people in my life. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

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