I started my senior year of college excited at the prospect of having my own apartment. Among that joy, though, was also excitement over having a new roommate. She was part of my college friend group. We hadn't been friends for years, and we knew embarrassingly very little about each other.

As far as fresh starts go, this seemed like the perfect one.

I've been living with her for about two months now and the friendship that has come from that is something that I had never experienced before, so easily clicking and so easy coexisting with no awkwardness at all.

So, to the best roommate ever, thank you.

Thank you for being my therapist and social worker all in one. I value our late at night across the kitchen counter conversations more than you realize.

Thank you for keeping me grounded. I tend to overreact (a lot) and the fact that you encourage me to focus on what's important is so appreciated.

Thank you for listening to me ramble at least four times a week about things and people and classes that you could not care less about. (Including that friend and that boy that I will probably go back to. Sorry.)

Thank you for reassuring me that I will not die alone, with cats or dogs.

If I do end up dying alone (because it might happen, seriously) thank you for saying I could live with you and your husband, being a third wheel or a live-in babysitter for all of eternity. I appreciate the backup plan.

Thank you for being my homework and drinking partner, all in one.

You are one of the best people I have ever met. You're smart, funny, incredibly sarcastic, and caring beyond words. I'm sorry I don't tell you enough how much you matter to not only me, but everyone around you. You deserve to hear it all the time, because you do matter.

I'll always be across the way, even metaphorically, whenever you need me.

I'll always be your best friend.