Dear Roommate,
It's not every roommate that you love. Some have different hygiene. Different sleeping schedules. Different friends. Different ways of talking to their parents and dealing with their cat's death. And plenty of other differences. But, once in a while, you can be blessed with the perfect amount of similarities and differences that create the most amazing friendship.
So thank you to my best friend, my now roommate. You are the reason I can be crying in the car on my way back from home, but be a fresh happy face as soon as I enter the door of our home. Sure, you prefer to shower in the morning, go to sleep three hours after me, hang out with people I don't know as well, and you don't have a cat, but we still come back and share every detail of our life that reigns some measly amount of importance.
Thank you for rearranging the room at late hours, catering to my insanity and obsessive compulsive disorder, and listening to every detail of my history with boys I don't even talk to anymore. You have no idea how much I enjoy your stories and exclamations of how tired you are or how hungry you are. You make me smile and laugh and cry in a positive way.
I love living with someone who makes me forget about how scary life is in the dark. I love living with someone who is number one on the top 10 list of nicest people I've ever met. I love living with someone who sings along even when we're making up our own lyrics as we go. I love living with someone who had to put 25 cents in the swear jar for calling me an undeserving word on my birthday (because that was hilarious). I love living with someone that has made me a better person. I love living with someone who has taught me that it's OK to share. I love living with someone who makes life easy, especially after a long day. I love living with someone who loves me and doesn't leave me, unlike Kodaline. I love living with someone where we're both comfortable with being ourselves. So, I really just love living with you.
We are growing up as college students together and I've known you only for a short time, but I feel like you've been apart of my life forever. I'll love you forevermore. One day, I'll miss living with you even more than I miss you after three days (and that's terribly hard, so I guess I'm moving in with you). Living without you would be more depressing than the sound of a spoon scratching against an empty pint of Ben & Jerry's.
I feel bad for those who don't live with their best friends, but then again, most don't find their soulmate of a roommate so young.
I love you!
Love, your happy roommate
