Dear room-mate,
I
want to thank you for the past six months. During the time we have lived
together, you've not only been welcoming and engaging, you've been kind, considerate
and basically, perfect.
What do I love about you? I just can’t narrow it down. A stand-out, though,
is your radiant smile. When you walk into a room it simply lights up, and your effervescent
glow is shared with everyone you encounter. In fact, I would even go so far as
to say this smile of yours is something you’re renowned for.
Can we
talk for a moment about your popularity? Everywhere I turn I find people
singing your praises. I'm genuinely astonished you haven’t yet been given an
honorary sainthood. I'm sure it’s only a matter of time. When I think about all
the qualities I long to possess, I simply look to you. You are the epitome of grace,
humility, love, kindness and generosity of heart and spirit.
I've never heard you speak a bad word about anyone on purpose, and if something
happens to slip out by accident, you admonish yourself repeatedly until you
finally come to terms with the fact you may actually have a flaw. Never fear my dear, it is minor.
Something people often overlook is your sense of pride. Never have I met a
person so fastidious in maintaining not only their personal appearance, but
also their home. It is like I've been living in an advertisement for a display home, in a place always scrubbed clean to within an inch of it's life lest a magazine photographer turn up at the spur of the moment to get pictures for the next edition of House & Home.
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