An Ode to an Awesome (Former, Not Ex) Roommate
It's interesting how much you can care about someone and not realize it. There really is something special about roommates. When last year started, I thought that she and I were so different that we would never get that close. Now, I'm realizing that although we are different, there is a mutual respect and care there. More than I deserve, even. It's so comforting to have a friend who knows what a awful, moody, mean, hard person I can be sometimes and still love me and be there for me. It's nice to have someone just know me, with all my good and bad, and just accept what I am without judgement or sarcasm. It's just...safe somehow. Granted, I know and accept her flaws, and maybe that's why we have such a mutual respect. I know that she will always be there and care for me. I think my favorite description is someone who said "I've always been just a little scared of her. Like, if I messed with someone important to her, she'd kick my ass." Love it. Because I know that I'm one of those people she'd give an ass-kicking for.