Six years we lived together. But Adam wasn’t just my roommate—you can’t reduce someone you shared a life with to a label like roommate. A roommate is someone who is strictly a percentage of the rent, a ship passing in the night that happens to dock at the same port as you. A roommate doesn’t know your deepest, darkest secrets, or your most intimate hopes and dreams. They certainly don’t know what spot on your collarbone makes you moan in pleasure.
