When You Might as Well Be Married to Your Roommate

You’ve known each other for seven years.

You talk about starting a company together. You have a couple great ideas. Now you just have to narrow it down and purchase an IKEA home desk.

You’ve seriously contemplated hiking the AT together for 6 MONTHS and suspect you wouldn’t hate it.

You leave each other post-it notes on the bathroom mirror and by the coffee maker. So on and so forth.

You talk about your love languages.

You go to a professional therapist that you pay $40 per session for, but you kind of think she’s your real therapist.

You’re confused when she’s not laughing at certain parts of Friends that you’re laughing at.

You cook dinner while she hangs art.

You share books and coats and half-and-half.

You feel a little weird when you don’t know what she’s doing but you hope she’s having a grand ol’ time.

You know her sushi and thai and pizza order.

You end up having to change clothes a lot when you’re about to leave the house and realize you’re wearing basically the same outfit (and you’re both underdressed).

You G-chat constantly.

You once considered adopting a cat named Sophia together.

You know she can’t form sentences before coffee, so you let it be.