To My Roommate,
Thank you for putting up with yours truly. I know it can't be easy because I'm crazy, weird, come up with some strange topics to talk about, or randomly break into song (which is most of the time). I don't know how you have done it for two years already and how you are gonna do it for another. I guess being best friends is what makes it easier.
We have been best friends for 10 years. 10 years! That's crazy. Amazing but crazy. We have so many memories and so many laughable moments that we had to create quote books of each other. I have loved every single part of it. I remember telling people that I was gonna be living with you and everyone said, "You're gonna hate each other after a month." Well, two years as roommates and were still going strong.
We have developed habits that have benefitted us both and we work like a well-oiled machine. Although, now it's starting to get weird that we know exactly what the other is thinking or we want the same thing, like craving the same thing. But it is funny what happens when you spend so much of your time with another person.
I don't know how I would have gotten through these two years without you. People always say to make your friends when you are in college but it's nice to navigate those waters with someone in your corner. Like literally in your corner because they are going through the same thing. I love that we have been able to adapt to each other and let each other figure out what they need to do or what they want to do. Thank you for putting up with me coming in late at what seems like all hours of the night. I have loved being about to navigate college with my best friend.
You are so kind, honest, loving, smart, beautiful and sweet. If I had to do this all over again, I wouldn't change a thing. We may get on each other's nerves from time to time (even if we don't know it) but it's with love. We are always there for each other, the good, the bad, and the ugly (see me spring semester 2018-math). Thank you for being in my life and letting me be the crazy, always singing, wacko that I am.
Love you,
Maddie
