To the people who have been there for me when I was falling in love and canceled many plans for a boy, thank you for sticking around even when I didn’t deserve it.
To the people who have been there for me after getting my heart broken, thank you for giving me support when I was too weak to stand up on my own. Thank you for listening to me rant and weep for months about the same boy and the same story. Thank you for not giving up on me. And thank you for telling me that this boy wasn’t going to be my only love story.
To the people who have been there for me when I picked the wrong college guys to fall in love with, thank you for telling me they weren’t worth it. Thank you for making me still make those mistakes and not judging me for it.
Thank you for not leaving.
To the people who have been there for me when anxiety overtook my brain and I felt myself falling into a rabbit hole. Thank you for showing me compassion, and believing me when I said I was suffering. Thank you for telling me I was going to get through it and meaning it wholeheartedly.
To the people who have seen me try to forget my worries with too much cigarettes or too many kisses that didn’t mean a thing, thank you for telling me to stop.
To the people who have been there for me through every single up and down, thank you for loving me at my worst. Thank you for loving me even when I was a terrible person and when I let you down.
Thank you for loving me even when you didn’t want to and even when I didn’t deserve it.
Thank you for not letting me go through this journey alone. And thank you for being a part of my downfalls and uphill mountain climbs. Thank you for your love when I didn’t feel lovable. Thank you for being my best friends, my cheerleaders and my soulmates. And thank you for being my forever love story that I never had with anyone else.