To the person who has spent countless hours watching movies with me, who has never failed to make me laugh even in the most stressful of times, and who has supported me and encouraged me every step of the way: Thank you. Thank you for being there to pick me back up again. Thank you for knowing me better than I know myself sometimes. Thank you for always being there, even if it is just knowing you are right upstairs.

Whenever I am feeling overwhelmed I know you'll be there to talk me through it. You know just how to make me step back and see the bigger picture. Your continual encouragement never goes unnoticed.

Your kindness and compassion are something I genuinely admire about you. I know you don't feel like it, but you carry a heart of gold. I've never seen someone so devoted to being a good friend.

Despite your messy room, our opposite outlooks on tidiness are almost perfect. You make living with you easy (even when I want to clean up your mess for you).

And in the darkest times, I find so much comfort in just knowing you're there. We don't even have to speak, you being there is simply enough.

From our late-night food runs to our hilarious adventures and everything in between, I now couldn't imagine my life (or our apartment) without you in it. I never knew I needed someone like you. Keeping me sane in all the madness, providing comfort in all the heartbreaks and allowing me to be myself at all times - you truly are the best roommate I could've asked for.

To the Monica to my Rachel, to the Josh to my Drake, to the Meredith to my Christina: sorry but, you're stuck with me.