When my best friend and I stopped being friends, I was devastated. The only thing I had left were all of the memories together. I was afraid I would never find another friend like that; one that knew me better than I knew myself.

But then I found you.

Maybe it was just pure luck, or maybe it was fate. Fate for friendships... is that allowed? Doesn't matter because I think it's a little bit of both. After all, it's not often you find another person who eats ketchup with their green beans.

In the beginning of the friendship, I didn't think we'd consider each other anything more than just roommates, but I can honestly say now I can't be happier to call you a best friend.

Being able to have a friend that you can tell everything to, laugh over memes that no one else would find funny, and spend hours tagging each other on Facebook videos means so much. Being able to find a friend like this again is something I didn't think would ever happen.

Thank you for letting me into your life as much as I've let you into mine. Maybe that's just what happens when you end up living with someone, but at least I've gained a friend from it.

Here's to the many more days of overeating, being lazy, and talking about life until 3 a.m. May the memories only get better from here on out.