Dear Roommate and Best Friend,
I don’t know how I would make it through college without you. You somehow manage to put up with me every day without complaint. You are as awesome as your ever-changing hair color.
Thank you for making me food at midnight when I’m too tired from work or studying to do it myself. Thank you for listening to me ramble at night (when you’re trying to sleep) about anything and everything. Thank you for ruining one of your towels to dye my hair in our incredibly small dorm room. Thank you for sitting with me when I’m too overcome by stress to do anything but cry. Thank you for bringing me coffee and bagels from our favorite coffee shop on random days.
You are one of my biggest supporters and I love you. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a roommate they call their best friend, but it’s the greatest thing ever. From making the empty bank account version curry in the dorm basement to walking across town for a Sonic milkshake, I know you will be by my side for every adventure. Life is so much better knowing that I can count on you for anything.
You are able to relate to every hardship I’ve faced and make me feel accepted, validated, and wanted. We talk for hours about the struggles of growing up without enough money or how hard we worked on academics to make sure we would get into a good college. We disclose our deepest insecurities like basic facts with one another. You are one of the only people I have ever been able to talk with so comfortably. You help pad my weaknesses and extend my strengths to new levels. I am so glad our paths crossed when they did because I didn’t realize how much I needed a best friend like you.
You are a person that I plan on being in my life until the last day. I love that we, without question, are going to the same grad school. I love that you immediately knew that you would be my maid of honor as soon as I told you I was engaged. I love that you help me be the best person I can be without judgement or critique. I love that help each other through all the rough patches and laugh our way through the good ones.
I hear horror stories of other people and their roommates and it makes me sad that not everyone gets what have. I must have racked up a lot of good karma to get you as a roommate/best friend because you are simply amazing.
Thank you for just being you.
PS: Thank you for not mentioning the huge piles of dirty laundry in the corner of our room. I will get them done… eventually.
