It was the second semester of my senior year in high school, and my freshman year of college was rapidly approaching. I had become obsessed with finding the perfect roommate -- way more important a task to me than finding the perfect prom date. I knew I had to find 'the one.'

As cheesy as it sounds, it was true. Gnawing at me from a distant corner of my brain was the truth: I am not an easy person to live with, and the stories I had heard made me nervous. Apparently it was common for freshman year roommates to annoy each other so enormously that they quickly ended up loathing each other, barely speaking to each other by the end of the school year. People warned me, ‘Don’t expect to remain friends with your freshman roommate after the year is done -- you will never want to see each other again.’ These warnings made me all the more determined to find the right person. Luckily, I found you.

It's a classic love story. I had ‘interviewed’ prospective roommates that I met online through the college roommate search website (the standard meet and greet at Starbucks), but I wasn't enthralled by any of them. I stumbled across your name while continuing my search and built up the courage to message you on Facebook. Immediately, we found that we shared a love of so many things, including our guilty pleasures Chris Brown and "Fifty Shades of Grey" (how bold of us both to admit to this so early on in the conversation).

When we met in person, we immediately hit it off. I felt like I was talking to someone I had known for years. From that moment on, I knew that you were 'the one'.

All jokes aside, reality hit me hard when we officially moved in and I realized that for the next year, I would be living with someone who was in reality, a complete stranger, and that we’d have to call the shoebox we were living in, home.

I am so grateful that you were that stranger.

Thank you for letting me have the good shower. It's a well-known fact that the fifth shower has the best water pressure, and you knew I just wouldn’t settle for anything less.

Thank you for always straightening the back of my hair (this one is pretty self-explanatory).

Thank you for understanding quiet time and personal space. You have no idea how much I appreciate that you recognize that Netflix time doesn't also mean heart-to-heart time.

Thank you for the 3 A.M. "I love you" texts. Waking up to those texts made 8 A.M. classes almost bearable.

Thank you for being a breath of fresh air.

Thank you for letting me eat your food whenever my midnight hunger kicked in. Hangry Gina is not someone anyone wants to know. Also, I'm sorry I ate your calzone.

Thank you for dealing with my indecisiveness. I'm terrible at making decisions and you always led me to the correct answer. Your outfit advice was hugely appreciated.

Thank you for listening to me go on and on about myself. You actually listened to me and gave me advice. There are always crazy things going on in my life, so thank you for being my rock and for providing me with an objective perspective.

Living without you next year is going to be strange and sad, and I know I'll miss you and our late-night ramen runs. I wouldn't have wanted to share a tiny but unbelievably messy room with anyone else. Here's to the best roommate duo there ever was!