To my froomie (even though I swore to myself I’d never use that term),

There really is no other way to describe you. Somewhere along the way, the big man up above decided that two of the craziest girls to have ever lived just had to be roommates some day. It wouldn’t matter how many noise complaints we’d receive, or how little sleep we’d get, it just had to happen. It’s almost scary how similar we are. All too often, we find ourselves speaking the same thing at the same time, or coming up with identical ideas. As cheesy as it may sound, whenever I doubt my life choices (which you, more than anyone, know is often), I know I made the right ones because I met you.

You are, in every sense of the word, my counterpart, and this whole college thing would be a hell of a lot harder without you by my side. At this point, we’ve definitely convinced our whole hall that we’re dating, so it’s no surprise for people to see us on romantic dates in the dining halls. We both agreed that we’d never be a same side of the booth couple though.

We feed off of each other’s ideas at 2 am. Awful ideas. Ideas that we usually regret the next morning. (Remember when we decided to combine our lofted beds and make a mega bed in the middle of our room, leaving no space to walk or do basically anything? I do).

Thank you for never getting mad at me when I’d rather sleep than clean the room. And for sleeping and napping as much, if not more, than I do. And also thank you for sternly telling me I have to clean the room today, or do my laundry, since I’ve been putting it off as long as possible. Thank you for procrastinating with me. Whether that’s cleaning our room, never calling maintenance (how long has our bathroom light not worked for?), and doing everything possible to avoid homework, I know you’ll be right by my side.

We both are incredibly stubborn, so whenever we do argue, we end up huffing and puffing until one of us cracks. But I’m so grateful that one of us usually cracks, because being in a fight with you is never fun. I know I can count on you to be honest with me, sometimes brutally so, but always honest. I know if something doesn’t look good on me, or I need to give up on the guy who I’ve forgiven too many times, or even if I’m just making a bad choice, I can count on you to tell me (unless you’re making bad choices too). Because at the end of the day you always have my best interests at heart, and I know if anyone ever hurt me, you’d likely bombard their email with spam or do something of equal evilness.

There are so many things I appreciate about you: our ability to laugh for so long that I can barely breathe, that you can text me a million times asking where I am, even though you know that I’m in class. How you know when I need space or alone time, but also when I need you to cuddle and watch Netflix and eat Cookout with me.

Even if we don’t tell each other every day, you know that you’re my best friend and I wouldn’t trade you even for all the puppies in the world. You know exactly what to say to push my buttons, but also how to make me smile and feel instantly better.

Thank you for endless late night talks, sometimes deep and sometimes not, dance parties, having the same taste in pretty much everything, singing out of key with me, trips to get ice cream, frequenting Chipotle a scary amount, hugging me when you know I need it, trusting me, taking an infinite amount of selfies, accepting my weird obsessions, entertaining me through class, being my roommate, bff, and everything in between.

I love you and couldn’t have asked for a crazier, funnier, more amazing roommate to share freshman year with.

Sincerely,

Your roommate