During the Honeymoon Phase, it’s practically impossible to do anything without the other person. We went to church, floor events, lunch and everything else together. At the end of the day, we would sit down and chat about our days: who we talked to, what we learned in class and what ridiculous awkward fail we made that day. It was perfect and blissful.
At this stage I would text her every thought in my head, and she would Snapchat me awful selfies taken between classes. If an hour went by and we didn’t know where the other person was, we would worry and assume the worst. Later we would find each other and scream with excitement as if we hadn’t seen each other in years.
Basically, we were super gross and couple-y.
It got to the point where people began to associate us with each other, and constantly mixed up our names. Often times we were referred to as a single entity: "Where is Grace/Dana?" Whenever I was somewhere alone, people would ask me where Grace was. The same thing happened to her. People knew that if they invited one of us to a party, they had to invite the other by default. The two of us were a package deal. Anything you told me, you told Grace. Anything that happened to Grace, I was the first to know about.
While this phase is probably the most exciting, it can also be the most deceptive. You’re so blinded by sisterly love for your roommate that you think you’ve been through it all. You think your friendship will last through the test of time, and that nothing will shake your friendship. It just so happens that, when you least expect it, you get hit over the head with the hardest part of any true roomie-ship: your first fight.