Thank you for being my best friends. Thank you for leading me to Christ. I couldn't have done it without you. Thank you for sharing what was happening in your life with me. It means a lot that you trust me that much. Thank you for listening to my problems in return. Thank you for the one time you asked if I had a "good day." I said "no," and you brushed it off like it was nothing. It showed me what it was like to have people say they were there for you, but to turn around and find myself confused by my frustration at the fact that you didn't care.

Thank you for living on the same hall as me. It made me feel better knowing that my best friends lived so close to me. I could go down the hallway a few rooms and there was someone there if I needed you. Thank you for telling me that you "missed me." It meant a lot to hear that from someone who lived right across the hall and had my number but it had been days since you've seen me. Thank you for making me feel further away from everyone even if I was only a few feet away.

Thank you for inviting me when we went out. Thank you for letting me join in on parts of your life. Out of all the people you could let into your life, you chose me to be one of them. Thank you for only inviting me if I was in the room. Thank you for never thinking of me if I wasn't seen. Thanks for showing me I picked the wrong friends to be with. Thank you for showing me there were people that did care for me, but only when it was too late.

Do I regret making you my friends? No.

Thank you for showing me not to settle for people that aren't what I want in life. Thank you for that not every friend that I make won't be the best for me and that I should let go when I see the red flags instead of hoping they turn green. Thanks for the great first semester of college and bring me back down to earth my second one.

Thank you for everything. I don't mean this in a condescending way, for I actually mean it. Thanks.