Dearest old roommate of mine,

I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. Sophomore year is full of ups and downs—literally and figuratively. That time I fell out of my bed and broke my bed-side table (wretched raised beds), you didn’t judge me. We just laughed hysterically about my unfortunate lack of coordination.

We were inseparable. Sharing small quarters with a friend can do that to you. Our schedules became in sync around each other’s schedules. You drove me to my 3:25 p.m. class every Tuesday and Thursday to save me from taking the “oh-so reliable” T-bus. Thanks for the countless naps I could take, all because of you. I would pick you up from your class so you could make it dinner earlier. Because hey, best friends don’t let best friends starve.

I miss our combined closet. Not only did God bless me with a best-friend and roomie combo, but he also gave me a "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" inspired roommate whose clothes magically/perfectly fit me. Shoes too. It’s a rare occasion to find someone who fits my larger shoe size.

Thanks for letting me incessantly vent and babble to you about a cornucopia of issues, problems, and silly drama. You would agree with me even if you didn’t know the girl. Because that dumb girl in English class who stole your pencil was soooo out of line.

But most of all, I miss bragging to everyone about “my roomie.” I miss being those girls at the party who screamed at an all-time high decibel. I miss scaring the people that were mean to you, stating “you don’t mess with my roommate” and then they would usually steer clear of the both of us. I miss people knowing me as your roomie because it was such a special title—it takes a lot to live with a person and everyone knows that if you come out of it still BFF’s, that you really are the best of friends.

Thanks for dealing me. Thanks for accepting my quirks and loving me anyway. Thanks for not killing me when I had a mountain of laundry, because you understood I was also buried with a mountain of stress. Thanks for always letting me borrow your clothes to ensure I looked SUPA FLY for that date party.

Youda best ex-roomie. Kudos to the girls know that are blessed with your constant presence.

Love always,

Your (once) Roomie