My roommate and I are not friends; we are not in the same sorority and we don't really hang out with the same group of people. We met because our dads were also college roommates.

We switch off weeks buying groceries, cleaning out our bathroom, and even make each other's bed on occasion. But, again, my roommate and I are not friends.

We surprise one another with cookies, grocery store sushi (it's actually really good), and any kind of fresh fruit. But, still, my roommate and I are not friends.

She took care of me when I was sick; buying me a McDouble, Saltines, and Sprite. She stayed by my side until I felt better. But, again, my roommate and I are not friends.

We watch Netflix together every night like clockwork before we go to bed. I don't know how I will be able to fall asleep without her once our freshman year in the dorms are over. But, my roommate and I are not friends.

We may have some funny memories. Including, accidentally ordering pizza from a Domino's three states away. Still, my roommate and I are not friends.

I say this because it simply is the truth; my roommate and I are not friends. To call her that would be an understatement of what she is to me. My roommate is not my friend; she is my family.

We do not necessarily run around with the same people. But at the end of a crazy night or a hard test, she is the first person I want to tell. We also did not join the same sorority. As hard as it was for us not to pref the same house, we knew what was best for ourselves, and by making that choice some of her sisters have become my very good friends.

Before I left home for college, I was worried that I would not like being surrounded by people all the time; I was fearful I would not have much privacy. However, I am happy to say this is not the case. Every time I walk into our dorm room, I hope she's home.

So this one is for you, Anna. I cannot imagine my freshman (and every year to come) without you. From move-in day, you have been with me to jam to Asher Roth's "I Love College" and Becky G's "Singing in the Shower," to endure the dreaded rush week, to complete every season of Criminal Minds (in six weeks), and to be by my side in any situation that good ole' college throws at us.

I cannot believe that our first year at college is coming to a close, but just remember that you are not my friend. You are, and always will be: family.