I love my friends. I love the fact that I can call people when I'm upset and know that someone will be there to give me a hug and let me cry on their shoulder. I love that I can go for a walk off campus and end up at my friend's apartment and be immediately be given a hug, handed a beer and be laughing in less than 5 minutes.

How did I end up this way? Well, today I got a phone call my ex-boyfriend Nick. Whom I dated for a very long time, and still love. After being told he received a text message from me yesterday he decided to call me. I haven't called him since after Houseboat camp in June and it is his 22nd birthday. This conversation turned bad and he attempted to tear me down, limb from limb. I can't wait to find out why God lets certain people in our lives. When I first met Nick, I thought God put me in my life to teach me that I can actually love people and I can love them back. Then I believed that God put him in my life because he was "the one". Now, I have no idea why God put him in my life at all. Maybe more reflection will come later.