Dear Roommate/Blake/Friend/Dorkizoid,

Living with you for these past two years was an adventure that I will probably never forget. I mean who in their right minds would a dork like me coming from California and an athlete coming from Florida would end up becoming the greatest of roommates and the greatest of friends. Also, the feat of dealing with each other without committing murder is also a plus.

Granted our journey together was a rocky road and I still have the memories of our fights. The day I first met you I knew there was some sort of hope. We hardly spoke during our first few months together. I still had hope. When it got closer to the end of our first semester together, we finally reached the point of being comfortable together and wanting to be in each other's company.

It saddens me that it is coming to the end of our year together as roommates. As you go off and be independent, living off campus, becoming commuter instead of resident. As I will be here living on my own at the 4th floor of Meyran looking out in front of quad where mostly everything happens in my single room. I wish this was not so but I guess that is how life works. I will miss the times when you get frustrated playing your baseball video game. I miss the times where we were there for each other no matter what. Even if it is staying in the emergency room with me for five hours or staying up at night comforting me in my times of deep dark depression and anxiety attacks.

As our lives moves on, I still am hopeful that we will forever be in each other's hearts and minds. We will be friends for ever. We will always be the out-of-state students out of Smith Hall Room 217 and Meyran Hall Room 008. We will be each other's support and guidance. I will not have it any other way...

So to you, Blake , I now deem you my Former Roommate, but forever will be called my Best Friend.

Best of Luck,

Mat/Roommate/Friend/Bud