Dear Roomie,

First off, thank you for being my best friend, my person to turn to, my voice of reason, my shoulder to cry on, the person I send dog videos to at 2AM when you’re laying 5 feet away from me, and the person who’s been by my side since the beginning.

No matter how much you’re itching to get out of your parents’ house, moving into college is always a little nerve wracking. The day we met at orientation, we couldn't stop talking and I immediately felt so comfortable around you. We hung out almost every second and it was pretty obvious to both of us that we would not be moving in in the Fall with anyone else besides each other. Honestly, I don’t want to imagine sharing my freshman year experience with anyone else. I’m pretty sure we texted every second of every day the week leading up to move-in day and by the time the day arrived, I don’t think I could’ve waited any longer to see you finally, after the couple months or so we were away from each other following orientation.

I had never shared a room with anyone before I moved in with you and I remember being so surprised at how easy and fun it was. You helped me wake up for class in the mornings and I left you loving sticky notes all over our room. You never judged me for anything, even in instances when I would’ve judged myself if I were you, like that one time I ran outside into a torrential downpour, ten minutes before the store closed at midnight to buy a hot pocket. But hey, let’s be honest, that probably would have never happened if you didn’t encourage me to do it, just like you’ve encouraged me so much with everyhthing in life. You have always been the one to support me when I was pushed out of my comfort zone and to have my back, no matter what. Thank you for being proud of me and for always being goofy with me and for understanding me to seemingly no end, and for being the best friend I could’ve ever possibly asked for and more.

We have so many inside jokes that I’m almost positive only the combination of us two humans in the whole world could’ve come up with. You’re one of the only people I’ve ever met that says and thinks the same amount of weird things I do and I can honestly say I’ve never been scared or nervous to say anything I’m thinking in front of you. I can’t count the amount of time I’ve lost my breath laughing with you or laughed so hard that I spit something out or laughed so hard and then couldn’t stop laughing later on at 2 or 3 minute intervals. I can also barely count the amount of time you’ve walked into our room and I was crying about one thing or another (it was usually a video or picture of a dog) or had to put up with me crying in the middle of the night, or knew there was a day when I couldn’t leave bed because I’d been crying all day and you would come in at points throughout your day to check on me and ask me if I needed anything. I honestly cannot thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me.

You’ve given me a home in a heart and soul that I love so much in a place that was completely new to both of us. You’ve come to all my shows and hugged me like a proud dad afterwards. You’ve made me smile on days where I felt like that wasn’t even possible. You’ve made me feel like I could physically fight someone for messing with you. You’ve sat in my bed and colored in my coloring book with me at 4 in the morning. You've stopped me from buying so many things that I do not need, but also encouraged me to buy the most ridiculous things because what is life without spontaneity? You’ve always taken care of me and helped me in any and every situation. You will always be the person I text for literally anything, bad day, good day, or if there’s good tomato soup in the dining hall because I know you hate when it just looks like glorified marinara sauce. Thank you for making me feel important and valid and loved. But most importantly, thank you for being you. I am not exaggerating one bit when I say I have no idea where I’d be without my best friend and the most perfect freshman year roommate.

Love,

Your Roomie in our hearts forever