Dear Froomz (friendly roommate),
Thank you for always being
there when I come home. Whether it's after class or in the early hours
of the morning, I can always expect to find you in our room to greet me.
Thank you for always worrying about me. You always want to know where I've been and who I've been with. Yes, this may be because you're jealous I'm not with you and some might think it's a little creepy, but I think it's cute.
Thank you for reminding me of all the mandatory events I would have forgotten about otherwise. Check-ins, fire inspections, philanthropies: how would I survive sorority life without you? On that note, thank you for reminding me of people's names. You save me a lot of dirty looks when you quickly remind me that that's a new member.
Thank you for telling me when I look ridiculous when I try, yet fail miserably, to be trendy. Maybe you can be a little harsh sometimes, but it's want I need to hear. You've always got my back. Thank you for accepting that our room is a no-pants zone. Some people just don't get it. Thank you for nursing me to health when my mom isn't there. Although sometimes the sickness is self-inflicted, that doesn't change the fact I still need someone to bring me orange Gatorade and Advil, and that someone is almost always you. Thank you for pretending like you didn't just hear me call my significant other "sugar bear" and for ignoring all other things you may overhear. Thank you for always sticking up for me and being loyal. I know we disagree on some things, but I can always count on you to hate that one girl that hooked up with my boyfriend even though neither of us have ever met her. (This goes for guys too).Thank you for taking candid pictures of me to put on Instagram. I know you hate it but you still do it anyway. #blessed
Thank you for being my go-to picture partner. When everyone else is sick of posing, I know you're always ready to strike our signature pose.
Thank you for never letting me drink alone. Some might think noon may be a little early to start, but they just don't understand.
Thank you for listening to me. Even though sometimes I find you dosing off on Facebook while I'm telling you my life problems, thank you for pretending to listen. Sometimes we all need someone to talk to, and my stuffed bear just isn't cutting it any more.
Thank you for letting me live vicariously through you. I love hearing about your wild adventures of last night and how you ended up somewhere you probably shouldn't have.
Thank you for making me laugh uncontrollably until I'm "literally dead."
Thank you for being my best friend. Yes we bicker and people sometimes confuse us for an old married couple. Yes we do passive aggressive things to each other instead of confronting the real issues. And we don't always see eye-to-eye on certain things, such as the room temperature or whose turn it is to wear headphones. But I can always count on my froomz to be there when I need a hug or when I need Steak and Shake, midnight cookies and pokey stix all in one night. You'll always be my person, my rock and partner in crime. We will never agree on everything, but one thing we always will agree on is how lucky we are to have found each other.
