Dear Ex-Roomie,
As this year is coming to an end, I am thinking about my past two years of college and all of the wonderful experiences I have had, as well as the trying times. Living on campus has been an amazing thing for me and having a roommate was interesting too. I am getting two new roommates next year and I am pretty excited, but I still think about you. I want you to know that just because we are not living together anymore, it doesn’t mean that I don’t like you. In fact, I miss you more than you think. Our paths have led us different ways now. For some reason, it didn’t work out, and that is okay. We have had our fights, but I remember most the times where we laughed until we cried. And now, there are some things I want you to know:
I won’t forget how you were there for me. Through breakups, breakdowns, bad grades and homesickness, you were there. Whether you wanted to or not, you helped me get through it. Thank you for breaking the silence when I was crying in my bed to talk about what was wrong and for texting me after to make sure I was okay. Thank you for trusting me with your own problems, and for the long late-night talks about college and boys. Thank you for putting up with my continuous singing and crappy sleep schedule. Thank you, especially, for being a stable part of my home-away-from-home when everything felt so foreign.
I’m not holding any grudges. The times that you were being loud when I was trying to sleep, the time that you ground food in the carpet, the arguments and angry texts - I have moved on. I also want you to know that I am sorry and it was partly my fault. I am sorry I was difficult and that I woke you up at 2 a.m. when I was showering. I'm sorry that as the semester went on, my organization became non-existent, and for the stuff on my futon you called “the pile.” I'm especially sorry for avoiding the meeting with the area director for as long as possible, as funny as that is now.
You’ll always hold a special place in my heart. Even though we weren’t the right match and it didn’t quite work out, I’ll never forget you. For a year we shared a 13x15 dorm room. That is a very small space and you don’t get much more personal than that. We shared food and cleaning supplies and our nightly conversations were always entertaining. I won’t forget the nights we were so sick of studying that we would stop and watch puppy videos or Snapchat each other videos of every single filter when we were both lying in bed, in the same room.
Even though our time together is up, and we are going our separate ways, I just want you to know that I have nothing but love for you. I hope you get everything you want in life and I hope you never forget the fun memories we made living in this crappy, nasty dorm, together.
Love,
Your Ex-Roomie
