As I look back on my previous three years of college, I realize many things have come and gone: crushes, alcohol preferences, and shirts I've let friends borrow. But one thing has remained a constant: my roommate.

It was you who walked into house parties with me freshman year, and it will be you who walks off campus with me in caps and gowns. Not too many people are lucky enough to live with the same person all four years, and I know my lack of sentiment hasn't always showed you how grateful I am.

So, thank you.

Thank you for not questioning my questionable decisions until I'm ready to talk about them. Thank you for being my left-side, strong-side when my heels are too high and the bar is too far from home. Thank you for always, always, always letting me complain to you, even if you're not in the mood to hear it. Thank you for telling me you understand, and trying to understand when you don't. Thank you for making me eggs in the morning when you can't sleep in, and brewing my coffee when I'm running late. Thank you for driving me around and picking me up from work when I didn't have a car. Thank you for saving me from the occasional overly talkative guy at the bar, and giving your approval with the rarer interested/cute one.

If I thanked you for everything you have done for me, I'd be thanking you forever. So, thank you for being you.

It is hard to even think about moving into an apartment without you in the room next to mine, coming over every three minutes before I go out asking if "this outfit makes [you] look fat." (No.) Honestly, I think I might even miss that ...

Until then, I will enjoy every day we live under the same roof with limited responsibilities and limited food in the fridge.

I'm forever indebted to our university for introducing me to the sister I never had.

LYLAS, XOXO