Not going to lie, I expected the worst.

Everyone has heard the college roommate horror stories. The roommates that have no clue what personal space is, or the roommates that just take your stuff and never give it back. There is always the fear in the back of your mind that your roommate is going to be weird, a crazy psychopath, or you just aren't going to get along. And I'll be the first to admit that I was worried about meeting you.

Sure, we had messaged each other. We had exchanged emails talking about career plans, classes we were taking, and what we were like. We stalked each other's social media. But that doesn't tell you the truth about a person. People can seem perfect for each other online or through emails, but the real person can be way different than the one you see online.

But I got lucky. You were better than I could ever have wished for.

From the moment I met you, I knew that we were going to get along really well. And we have. We go to dinner together. We walk to classes together. We study together all night. We complain about people together. We geek out together. We go on crazy adventures together.

Sure, we're different people. We have different career plans and some different beliefs and different interests, but we have so many similarities. We can geek out about books and boys together. We can go shopping together. We can go get pizza and ice cream at midnight together. We drag our friends off for bike rides through the rain. We can be crazy together. We can be serious together.

You're my conscious and my alarm clock, and I'm your sense of fun and adventure. Our differences only make our friendship more interesting. You've introduced me to so many new things and opened my eyes to the world around me, and vice versa. You appreciate my quirks, and I appreciate yours.

To say that I have made a new friend is an understatement. To say I made a best friend is still not quite right. To say I made a sister is closer to what we are.

Thank you, for being the best roommate I could ask for.