Dear Friends

Dear Friends

Short letters to quality friends.

College is hard for multiple reasons, and for me one of the hardest things has been finding people to pursue genuine friendships with. Compared to last year, my freshman year, this fall semester has been incredibly different. Not only class wise and living wise, but friendship wise as well. That goes to say that it's not a bad thing, but more so that it was unexpected. For me, and for others I'm sure, friendships are something I take very seriously. My general rule is to be nice to everyone which results in a lot of good acquaintances. However there is a strong line between knowing someone and actually knowing someone. Going into this semester my goal was to continue to cultivate the friendships I made last year and make some new ones as well. Though I have been "successful" in a sense, my social anxiety has made it very difficult. I have been so thankful for the people who have chosen to stand by me through my struggles. Nothing is meant to last forever and tomorrow is never promised, but as of now I'm glad and thankful for your friendship. In the past I have written letters to named people, hobbies, and even the seasons. So this time here are some short letters to the friends I feel I'm closest to. No names will be mentioned, but to the people they're for me, you'll know which is your.

Dear Friend,

I don't think I've ever been more thankful to be lost then the day of our first adventure. From the beginning I knew we'd be friends. You're sweet and joyous spirit radiates from you. There are so many good moments filled with laughter and good conversation. All of our adventures have been one for the books, and I can't wait for the next one. I admire the way you love the Lord and want to pursue your passion to follow Him. You are a constant encouragement to me and never shy away from telling me the truth. Thank you for comforting me when my anxiety is running rampant, and carrying me the time I couldn't lift a muscle; I know I can trust you. I'm sad you're so far away, but hopefully next year that'll change. You are such a fantastic person and I hope you know that. I'm extremely blessed to call you my best friend. Keep on smiling and loving the Lord like you do!

Your friend,



Did you know you're tall?


Dear Friend,

Wow are we a pairing! When we're together we're definitely too much for the world to handle at once. Becoming closer friends with you this year has been a blessing. From our inside jokes, to over dramatic moments, and everything in between my life has surely never been a bore. You are the Ryan Gosling to my Blake Lively and I can't imagine having a better friend to be ridiculous with. That goes to say, I know this semester hasn't been quite the breeze for us, but your willingness to stick by me means a lot. I hope you know how much I care because I do. You are an amazing person and friend. I know you have a hard time believing it sometime, but you are and I will continue to remind you of it. Thanks again for always being there... and I can't wait till we become old maids and live across from each other!

Your Friend,



Dear Friend,

Our friendship was most unexpected, but I am grateful for it. For me, trust came naturally and with that came the knowledge of my baggage. Your willingness to sit and listen even if it's at odd hours of the day or night, you are greatly appreciated. Our conversations are what I value the most because I know you're listening by your thoughtful response. Though the topics of our conversing can sometimes be uncomfortable they are very much needed. You give me truth and conviction when I need to hear it. You're an overall kola-lity person, and I'm still trying to figure out how you can stand to stick around for along as you have. You are quite possibly dorkier than I, and I didn't think it was possible from shared music tastes, to similar humor, and appreciation for intelligent things. The only major critique I have for you is your insistence upon tainting your coffee with cream. Why would one ever want to ruin something so pure and good?! Anyways, the list of 'thank you's' I have for you is long and ever growing, and that statement will hold true for as long as we're friends.

Your Friend,



Dear Friend,

You technically don't even go here, but it has definitely not stopped our friendship. You are one of my favorite humans, and I am so thankful God put you in my life. In our personal struggles we were able to support and comfort each other because we understood what the other was going through. Your heart for the Lord is incredible, and being able to see you change your life, for the better, has been amazing and inspiring. I am so, so proud of all of your accomplishments and victories over the enemy. God is good! I cannot wait to see you again! The reunion will certainly be one for the books. The world better watch out because the amount of extraness sure to be unleashed will be great. You bring lots of joy to my life and I am thankful for all of our memories, good and bad.

Your Friend,



I'll be expecting another (bigger) box of Chick-fi-la sauce next semester:)


To all my other close friends,

Thank you for the laughter, crazy hangouts, odd happenings, and moments of comfort. You are a wonderful part of my life, and I just thought you should know that. You accept me as I am, and I couldn't ask for more.

Cover Image Credit: Kamryn Malenius

Popular Right Now

To The Dad Who Didn't Want Me, It's Mutual Now

Thank you for leaving me because I am happy.

Thank you, for leaving me.

Thank you, for leaving me when I was little.

Thank you, for not putting me through the pain of watching you leave.

Thank you, for leaving me with the best mother a daughter could ask for.

I no longer resent you. I no longer feel anger towards you. I wondered for so long who I was. I thought that because I didn't know half of my blood that I was somehow missing something. I thought that who you were defined me. I was wrong. I am my own person. I am strong and capable and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

In my most vulnerable of times, I struggled with the fact that you didn't want me. You could have watched me grow into the person that I have become, but you didn't. You had a choice to be in my life. I thought that the fact that my own father didn't want me spoke to my own worth. I was wrong. I am so worthy. I am deserving, and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

You have missed so much. From my first dance to my first day of college, and you'll continue to miss everything. You won't see me graduate, you won't walk me down the aisle, and you won't get to see me follow my dreams. You'll never get that back, but I don't care anymore. What I have been through, and the struggles that I have faced have brought me to where I am today, and I can't complain. I go to a beautiful school, I have the best of friends, I have an amazing family, and that's all I really need.

Whoever you are, I hope you read this. I hope you understand that you have missed out on one of the best opportunities in your life. I could've been your daughter. I could have been your little girl. Now I am neither, nor will I ever be.

So thank you for leaving me because I am happy. I understand my self-worth, and I understand that you don't define me. You have made me stronger. You have helped make me who I am without even knowing it.

So, thank you for leaving me.

Cover Image Credit: Pexels

Related Content

Connect with a generation
of new voices.

We are students, thinkers, influencers, and communities sharing our ideas with the world. Join our platform to create and discover content that actually matters to you.

Learn more Start Creating

Dear Freshman Year Roommate, Thank You For Being Someone I Always Looked Forward To Hanging Out With

From the first moment we met and bonded over our love for bubble tea, I knew our friendship was going to be special.


When I was applying for college, I was concerned with supplemental essays, SAT scores, scholarship applications and letters of recommendation. I never took a moment to stop and wonder "What happens once I get in?"

Finally, the fateful day arrived where I made my college decision. I bought a sweatshirt from the George Washington University store. My mom decorated my High School locker with our colors. And most importantly, I sighed a breath of relief imagining how refreshing it was going to be to ride out the rest of my senior year without the stress of college deadlines weighing on my shoulders.

Unfortunately, that blissful serenity was cut short when I joined a Facebook group of admitted students, where profiles of smiling teenagers flashed on my screen accompanied with the fateful "I'm looking for a roommate."

A roommate. I obviously knew that I needed a roommate. It was common sense, yet for some reason, I had failed to consider the logistics of finding a roommate until that moment.

See, my mom helped me through my college process, but times were different back then. She described showing up to her college on the first day, not knowing who she had been randomly assigned. There was no Facebook, Snapchat or Instagram to help you communicate with the girls on the other side of the country-- or sometimes even on the other side of the world.

This was a new, unexplored territory where my mother's wealth of knowledge sadly fell short.

Lucky for me, I was accepted into an honors program which restricted the list of girls available to be my roommate to a list of about twenty-five. We created a google document which asked basic questions like "Are you a night owl or earlier riser?"

Even still, I had no idea how to pick someone who I would be compatible to live with for the next year of my life. The stakes felt high, but I was reassured by the fact that I grew up sharing a room with my siblings, learning some important skills about being low-maintenance and tolerant of others' habits.

I read through the list and found someone whose answers sounded similar to mine, figuring we had enough in common to be amicable, if nothing more, throughout the school year. Her name was Riya, and she had a cute Instagram, so I messaged her asking if she wanted to try and room together. She agreed and we put each other down as roommates when applying for housing.

Looking back, that decision was the best one that I made when preparing for GW.

Throughout my freshman year, I have heard horror stories about roommates who fight all the time, steal each other's clothes, refuse to clean or try and micromanage the other's sleep schedule.

All the while, I count my lucky stars that my roommate is not only sane but someone who I genuinely look forward to spending time with. We share ice cream and inside jokes. When the weather was heating up and the university refused to turn on the air conditioning, we even shared our fans.

It comforts me to know that at the end of even the worst days, I can come back to my room and laugh or cry (sometimes both) with her by my side.

I remember once, I was having trouble with another group of friends. I felt alone and isolated. I felt like there was nobody who I could talk to apart from my mom or my best friend from home, who are both supportive and incredible but don't know any of the characters in my life in the same way as someone here at school.

I have a bad habit of struggling to reach out to people when I'm going through something, figuring I am strong enough to handle it on my own.

While that may sometimes be true, thanks to Riya, I didn't have to. I ended up telling her everything. She listened to me rant, understanding how I was hurt, and advising me on the situation.

I felt so much better after our conversation, and the best part was, I didn't have to leave the comfort of my bed for the entire conversation.

Her friendship reminded me of my family, and honestly, she has acted like a sister to me over the past two semesters.

It is so wild reflecting on the year, knowing that next semester we will be going our separate ways, living with respective friends in buildings a couple of blocks away from each other.

However, even when the posters are off the walls and signs reading "Riya" and "Emilie Joe" no longer stick to the outside of our door, I know that the bond we created in room 217 will never leave us.

Related Content

Facebook Comments