Dear Freshman Year Roommate,

I can’t believe that we’re basically done living together! I remember when we moved in and I felt like our little dorm room could never be big enough for the two of us.

I was trying to transition from an entire floor of a house to myself to realistically a fourth of an 11’ by 11’ room to myself. I was trying to convince myself that half of the room was my personal space, but we all know now that in a room that small the only thing that is truly yours is your bed.

I won’t ever forget the first night when I didn’t sleep at all. I had no idea how I was supposed to sleep in a room with someone I barely knew. I hardly slept the first few weeks, let alone the first few nights.

I honestly can’t even remember what it was like the first semester when we weren’t too comfortable with each other. I know there was a time when changing was awkward and we were not sure if we could borrow each other’s clothes, which is crazy because we practically have a joint closet at this point.

I remember the first time you saw me cry, and you let me stain your new white robe as my mascara rubbed off on it while you hugged me and tried to comfort me. Now you see me cry all the time and either ignore it if it’s serious or make jokes about how often I cry.

I don’t really know when we became friends; it just happened one day. All of a sudden we were trying to help each other solve our life problems and staying up until 4 a.m. watching Vines.

You helped me grow so much. When I came to college I had to be in a pitch black, cold, silent room to sleep. Last week, I fell asleep and napped at 2 p.m. with the window open and the overhead lights on while you were playing music. I had to learn how to freely share my personal belongings for the first time. Thank God we only wore the same size clothes, not shoes.

Thanks for always being there to get dinner with me or to go impulsively buy ice cream at 10:30 p.m. You always have the best snacks in your snack bin that you graciously share. Most importantly, thank you for always being there to split some Oreos. There was an unspoken truth that the calories we ate after midnight didn’t count as long as neither of us mentioned them.

We won’t be living together next year because we are in different sororities, but I would have chosen you again in a heartbeat if I could have. I don’t know what I’ll do next year when my roommate and I don’t speak fluent Vine, but maybe (hopefully) she’ll make me go to bed at a reasonable hour.

I’ll never forget the tears over boys we have seen each other cry, the late night conversations that kept us up until 4 a.m., and especially the pizzas we have shared. You taught me so much about life and personal space. I couldn't have asked for a better roommate.