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For helping you move in, when you parents dropped you off on the curb and went to get drinks.
And for wiping your tears when you realized that you were all alone, even though you were a stranger.
That tacky Marilyn Monroe poster that you insisted on hanging in the living room? Yeah, they forgave you for that.
And for your ugly choice of comforter.
And the overpowering scent of your cheap candles.
For not freaking out when you would always leave your shoes by the door.
And their shoes, when you borrow them without asking.
All. of. the. dishes. you. never. wash.
Sharing hugs, alcohol, and life advice.
And always being down to go halfies on a late-night pizza.
For pretending that the walls are soundproof.
From both banging and bitching.
But insisting that you were right when you rehash the fight to them the next day.
And that you DID sound like a sex goddess when you were screaming at the top of your lungs at 4 a.m.
Oh. They forgive you for waking them up at 4 a.m.
Every. Single. Weekend.
The sheer amount of times they’ve let you in when you forgot your keys.
And waiting for you to get ready when you needed “just five more minutes.”
Letting you borrow clothes.
And bobby pins.
And hairspray. And razors and tampons and straighteners and curling irons and fake IDs and cars and olive oil and pots and pans and plates and laundry detergent and condoms.
For making grocery shopping an adventure, and not a chore.
Then sharing their food with you, even though you could have bought your own.
Their Netflix passwords being your Netflix passwords.
And their bed being your bed, when you just need someone to cuddle with.
For helping you study, those nights when you just wanted to go out.
And for convincing you to go out, those nights when you just wanted to study.
The spontaneous pregames and random parties.
Mixed with the quiet nights in when you watch movie after movie and talk about life.
Accepting the fact that your boyfriend basically lives there.
And being cool with making some extra dinner for the both of you.
For picking you up from class, when it was raining too hard to walk.
And for going to the gym with you, when you were too unmotivated to go by yourself.
Or splitting an Uber when you both drank too much.
For holding your hair back when you threw up in her toilet.
And her sink.
And for not getting too pissed, when you sort of missed and vommed a little on her toothbrush (sorry).
Not being disgusted by the amount of hair that you shed on a daily basis.
And just accepting the fact that you’ll both drape your wet hairs on the wall of the shower like some sort of animals.
The shared respect of passive-aggressive Post-It notes.
Not being mad when you accidentally give her the flu/mono/the plague.
And taking turns nursing you back to health when your cold makes you want to die.
For being your friend when your other friends are just too much.
And being your sister when you’re sort of over your sisters.
For making your shitty apartment feel like a home.
And the fact that random people you were paired with from a survey now feel like family.
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