For those who were fortunate enough to be paired with someone just like them for their freshman year of college, like I was, understands the type of relationship this entails. From the fights that lasted about three minutes long to crying from laughing so hard over something nobody else thought was even remotely close to funny, the bond is unbreakable. She was the one that was there for you as you were trying to deal with all the changes college was throwing with you, while she was attempting to do the same. The heart to hearts always hit home with her.

I like to think of my first roomie as my better half, the devil on my shoulder, my partner in crime in any situation (good or bad) and my person.

When she says "I'm staying in tonight."

When she's playing Netflix without her headphones in when you're trying to sleep.

When she goes home for the weekend and you're all alone.

...but then she comes back with homemade meals.

When someone else posts a picture with the caption "roomie goals."

When the guy she likes favorites her tweet/likes her instagram.

Every damn day...

When she has to attend her 8 a.m. after a rough night out.

When your fights consist of mimicking each other because you can't think of any comebacks...ever.

When she tells you what she did the night before..

When you finally reunite after break.

Screaming and running into Domino's at 2 a.m. like...

No matter what, you know you two will always be there for each other until the very end.