To my roommate who became my best friend,
Thank you, for letting me be me. I was not expecting to love a roommate this much, but I was blessed. I've told you everything about me, and you've told me everything about you. And even though we've only known each other for a little over a month I feel like I've known you for years and years of my life. Thank you for letting my cry on your shoulder when I don't even know what I'm crying about. Thank you for the dance parties at one in the morning, and watching movies until we can't keep our eyes open. Thank you for reminding me that he was stupid, and not letting me text him. Thank you for supporting me in all my crazy ideas, even if it involves staircase banisters and Spider Man masks. Thank you for making me feel like I belong, like I have a family, and reminding me that I am worthy. Thank you for encouraging me, in all aspects of my faith, my school work, and telling me I look cute even if I look like trash. Thank you for doing my chore for the week when I have a mountain of homework, or sleep, to catch up on.
Coming to college, I was terrified, about everything, but you made me feel safe. Thank you for complimenting me on my burps, and my insane dance moves, and loud singing. Thank you for not liking who I don't like, and making me laugh so hard that my stomach aches, and I think I might pee my pants on our living room floor. Thank you for doing weird facial masks with me, and laughing when it peels off the little hairs on my face, and hurts a lot. You helped me to get a bid for my dream sorority, and I can't wait to call you my sister in a few weeks.
Most importantly, thank you for being you.
I love you so much.





















