Dear Roomie,

Freshman year is coming to an end, can you believe it? Our sweet little dorm room is about to be emptied out, wiped clean of all of our memories and given to a new set of freshman eager to embark on their college career. These memories may be emptied from this room, but they will never be emptied from my heart.

I'm going to miss our late night conversations in the dark about nothing. Even though most of the time I doze off while you're talking. Thanks, again, for not getting mad about that. It's these little conversations that remind me that you're more than just my roommate... You are my absolute best friend.

I'm going to miss doing everything with you. We walk to class together, get ready together, ride to chapter together, make poor food choices together, etc. You really are my other half. Please don't be mad when I call you next year and ask you to come over and order pizza with me. Even though we're going to be one year older, it doesn't mean we're going to be one year wiser.

I'm going to miss your antics. You're the silliest, happiest, brightest person I've ever met. Being all alone in my apartment bedroom with no one to sing to, make jokes to or take stupid pictures of is going to be weird. Can you just live under my bed?

I'm going to miss having a built-in social worker. You've helped me through breakups, exams, sleepless nights and so much more. You've told me when my outfit looked stupid, and also told me when I looked absolutely smoking hot. You've brought me up when I was down and kept me up when I was up. Thank you so much for that.

Most of all, I'm going to miss us. We are young, naive freshman. We have so many responsibilities ahead of us. I'm going to miss being young and crazy with you. Promise me we'll be a package deal forever, even when we're big, bad sophomores?

Sincerely,

Your roommate