Those times with a roommate

Tommorrow is K's big day. K has been everything for me in US. My friend at LSU, where I first stepped my foot on, here. Never can I find a person such as her, who has been honest with me on every count. We are as different as can be, but we were the best of roommates and greatest of friends. We did have our share of misunderstandings. Despite that, we were like a family to each other. She studied in BITS and I never stayed away from home before coming here. Naturally, our wants were different. We grew out of our differences and now our friendship has stood the trying times and Touchwood! still going strong. I think you got to be really lucky to have good roommates. I remember the time, when she was taking her qualifying exam and I cooked for both of us, day and night for an entire month's time. After she passed with flying colors, she gave me a Thank You card that said "I could not have made it without you. You know the way to my heart is through my stomach" These words echo in my mind, every time I lose that strength that keeps me going. Its a great feeling when you know there re friends out there who appreciate the person in you. Its just a card, although for me its like words written on sands of time. A time which brings back memories of good and bad times spent with your first family away from home on foreign shores. Funny part is, amongst the both of us, I have always been vocal and she being a tough scorpion would never ever say out things. We still understand each other and even though, we have not met in two years, still talk like we were never away from each other. So tommorrow is her yet another big day. A big day in the life of a PhD student, her Comprehensive Proposal Defense and her birthday on the same day. How I miss being with her.Incidentally, she was my first and last roommate. I just talked to her and all she said was "I need your prayers, to take me through my big day tommorrow" I dont know why I am feeling nervous, why there are knots in my stomach? Maybe I am imagining myself in that position. I would have been doing my proposal, had I continued with my PhD over there. I don't regret my decision of moving out of there, but you kinda wonder about that lost year. Sigh! Mirror mirror on the wall, why do I cry at all?