People often warn you that the friends you make during your first semester of college won’t be your friends forever. I didn’t want to believe that was true. I really liked what our friend group had going for us first semester. We did everything together. I could always count on you guys to get food, do homework, or not do homework.

There was no awkwardness and that was comforting considering college was new to all of us. I was especially proud of our friend group. I had known most of you separately before we started hanging out as a group. We were all connected through me. But, things happen. Our group of friends that I had seemingly brought together fell apart as quickly as it was formed. In the moment, it felt like my world was falling apart. It wasn’t even Halloween yet and our perfect group had dissolved. I had tried so hard to keep us together even though it’s pretty hard to save a sinking ship.

I still managed to stay friends with a few of you from that original group. Plus I got lucky and found a few more awesome people. Together we created a new group. These were the friends I finished first semester with. I was happy with them and I was happy without the first lost friends bringing me down all the time. But all of a sudden the people I was still friends with from the OG group stopped talking to me. In the group chat I had with you guys and the new people in our group, whenever someone would ask about dinner, there would be radio silence from you two.

When I would text one of you separately to see if you were coming or not you’d always say “oh we actually just finished eating” or “we’re currently at the gym”. I knew from the moment I met you two that you would be better friends with each other than they would with me but I didn’t expect you to cut me out completely. Unlike the first friend group that fell apart I decided I wasn’t going to fight to stay friend with you guys. I tried to still invite you to things but if you really didn’t want to do anything I wasn’t going to force it. I decided I was going to wait for you to make an effort. I’m still waiting. I didn’t expect to lose you two as friends and that hurts more than being able to see a falling out ahead of you.

Who knows, what may happen to you lost friends in the future. I mean, one of the first friends I lost asked me to his fraternity's formal and we made it through the weekend without bickering (a lot). So if any of you lost friends think you want to extend that olive branch, I’ll be here. Lucky for you I’m pretty forgiving. I guess in a way this is a thank you letter. Thank you all for being awful, uncommunicative, and aloof. Without you I wouldn't have found my real friends. Fortunately most of them were right under my nose. The people who I consider my friends now, I see them sticking around, maybe not forever but at least longer than you all did.