Hey Girl,

In my opinion, there are two types of best friends. The first kind is the family best friend; she enters your life and becomes basically your sister. The second kind is the roommate best friend; you live so closely that you can’t help but become best friends. You are that second kind of best friend.

You know more about me than probably anyone. You’ve dealt with all of my annoying quirks and listened to me spill my soul. Somehow, during our time living together, we transitioned from being roommates to best friends. And you know what? I’m so glad we did.

For the past four years, we’ve shared basically everything: a room, food, wine, secrets, quirks, clothes, etc. I am so grateful that I am so close to someone who is literally so close to me. You know every single thing about me, from the fact that I have to sing in the shower to the full history of every guy I have ever liked. Not only do you tolerate how weird I am as a person, but you voluntarily choose to live with me despite what you know. And I am so grateful for that. Who else would bring me a new roll of toilet paper because I forgot to check since I was so busy complaining about work? You spend almost every moment of every day with me and never seem to get tired of me.

So thank you. Thank you for giving me chocolate exactly when I need it. Thank you for listening to me whine about whatever stupid boy is breaking my heart that week. Thank you for sharing my absolute hatred of hearing the dreaded alarm that means it’s time for class. Thank you for telling me what looks good on me and what just isn’t my look. Thank you for taking the time to make me feel better when I’ve had a bad day and I’m being mean just because I can. Thank you for reading my mind and telling me exactly what I’m thinking when I don’t even know what it is. Thank you for never being impatient when I tell you the same story for the 400th time. Thank you for understanding that I just need to rant about anything that makes me even slightly annoyed. Thank you for not being mad that I take up so much space in the closet because I am a clothes addict. Thank you for recognizing that every other word out of my mouth is a quote from "The Office" or "Parks and Recreation." Thank you for tolerating that I stubbornly ignore the piles of clothes that I leave everywhere. Thank you for being there for me at the drop of a hat, no matter what.

So, as we prepare to graduate next month, I can’t help but feel sad that you won’t be my roommate anymore. I am going to miss waking up every morning seeing your stuff thrown all over the floor mixed up with mine, going to Food 4 Less at one in the morning because we need a few bottles of Barefoot White Zinfandel like now and they are the only place that sells it, our country music jam sessions and our chaotic room that brought us so close together. What will I do when you aren’t just a few steps away when I just need to cry?

I can honestly say that you have made me such a better person. You bring out the best in me, especially when I don’t want to be my best self. You hold me to a higher standard and never let me give up on anything ever, especially myself. You constantly remind me about finding magic in everyday life. I could keep saying thank you forever, but I think it comes down to this: thank you for being there for me for the past four years in every possible way.

So the last thing I want to say is that I love you and I am so blessed that I got to live with my best friend for four years. You are the Ann Perkins to my Leslie Knope, the Luke Skywalker to my Han Solo, the Elsa to my Anna, the Woody to my Buzz.

I love you,