To my dear roommate who has become my best friend,
Let me start off with a thank-you for a few of many things. 1. Thank you for letting me eat every single one of your bagels and wear your clothes every day. 2. Thank you for making me place both feet on the ground before turning off the horribly loud music so I'll wake up. 3. Thank you for loving me after I make very bad decisions.
But like I said, those were only a few things I owe a thank you to. Having you as my roommate is so much more than that. It's having another best friend in your life, to add to the long list of bridesmaids. It's laughing until 5 in the morning the night before our first finals. It's coming up with ridiculous, diabolical plans at wee hours of the morning that would probably send us to standards, or even jail, and then laughing again at 2 p.m. the next day because we even thought of such absurd scenarios.
Having you as a roommate has taught me life lessons. It's taught me how to not be so selfish. To save the last granola bar for you, considering you did buy them. To go to class with wet hair so I don't wake you up with the blow drier. I've learned to share my boyfriend. Correction, *our* boyfriend. I've learned to open up more. And after living with you, I don't know how much more open we could get. I'm sure I can get annoying at times, I have no doubt in my mind, so thank you for doing the same for me.
Dear roommate, when you're gone and I sleep in the room alone, it makes me wonder how I ever slept peacefully before college. When the room is empty, I text you to come back. When you leave to do homework because we don't accomplish anything together, I FaceTime you and we still both don't accomplish anything. Obsessive? No, just roomie love.
I know it is a cliché, but freshman year would not be the same without you in my life. Nor will sophomore, junior, or senior year. So I thank you. Thanks for being my other half and, according to everyone in our sorority, being my "roommate goals."
I wouldn't want to see anyone else's face in a disaster of a room every day.
Sincerely,
The girl who hid the pretzels from you so you wouldn't eat them




















