I can’t even say how glad I am to have met you.
Remember when we met? Less than a week after we moved in. You live kitty-corner from me, and heard me crying on my bed, homesick as could be. You came in and gave me a hug and let me vent. We didn’t even know each other and you still listened to my incoherent rambles and empathized with me. I’ll bet you didn’t think then that we would become as close as we have. You’re stuck with me now :).
The next day, you invited me over to color and watch TV, which led to me getting hooked on The Nanny, though we’ve finished that and have moved on to watch Will & Grace. Since then, we’ve spent just about every Tuesday night together, having dinner and watching 90’s sitcoms and griping about life. I can’t even tell you how much I cherish that part of my week.
We started doing things together, like going out on the weekends. Your upperclassmen friends became my friends too (and I can’t thank you enough for that). Going to the soccer games to scream for the Flyers and make up fun nicknames for players is something I look forward to doing every year at UD with you. (I wonder how Brighton and Icelandic Prince are doing?)
You’re obsessed with everything and anything remotely pertaining to royalty, as is evidenced by the Queen Elizabeth II figurine on your windowsill, and the stacks of royal biographies on your desk. Carrie Fisher was basically your aesthetic, with all of her books crowding your shelf and social media feeds.
We sit next to each other in lecture, and your little side quips help to make the class a bit more bearable. Remember Freudian Slippers? Aah. Good times. Your critiques on the awful puns or utter savagery of the professors goes a long way to make that hour and fifteen minutes go by much faster.
We just found out today that we got the apartment we wanted for next year, and are rooming together. Our room is going to have a chart with gold stars for accomplishments, and black dots for when we mess things up (we’re gonna need a lot of those stickers). We’ll have cute string ball and star lights, and posters and pictures everywhere. We’ll keep up our 90’s sitcom nights and trips to the Galley for milkshakes. It will be our chance to make a home away from home, and finally have a bathroom not shared by over twenty other people.
Even though you break dice (still can’t figure out how you did that) you’ve never broken your word. You have quickly become one of the most important people in the world to me. It’s going to be so hard not seeing you this summer. Why do you have to live over six hours away? Who else is going to constantly drag and be dragged by me? We’re going to get so out of practice. I’ll send you tons of Niles memes to keep you sharp.
Love you f*ckface ;).
