My Roommate My Hero

I've heard before that family are the friends you choose sometimes. And while I'm close to my sisters and my Mom, I'm not particularly close to the rest of my family. At all. In the interim of somewhere around the time I started high school I met my roommate in college I knew we would become great friends. I didn't know we would easily be roommates for the next however many years until I find my princess or move to Portland or whatever that we would continue sharing things that are secrets, having man meals, having our gym time, our movies for guys who like movies night (except these are mostly comedies), going to church, bowling a couple times, going to coffeeshops, running errands, meeting the family, etc.- yeah we are pretty much family. More than that, I feel a sense of mutual respect with us- little disagreement (but not for months) and a little keep in check moments when I'm overindulgent on caffeine. We love each other like bros and always will. For someone I've had as a friend for so long, only until we were rooming together could we see the ups and downs: the many hours and blood, sweat, and tears of our intense brotherly love for each other. There are times when he comes home and I've already got dinner for him- kind of like a family member would. He has so much love and has came so far and has seen me come far- we are always looking out for each other and I'm the proudest of him I ever have been. He wanted to be my roommate five years prior and his Mom was a fan right away. And I am so proud of all that he continues to do and loves to do- love him so much.