My Dearest Dave,
Over the past 12 months, you've been my flatmate, friend, confidante, teacher and chief dishwasher. We've laughed and cried, and been there to help each other through all kinds of shit, both good and bad.
Whether we're chilling with Stan & Foxtel on the couch, riding bikes, eating pie, acting like complete douchebags on the dancefloor, or painting up a storm - we always have such fun. There's never a dull moment when you're around :)
You're moving out tomorrow... and I'm gonna miss you.
(Even if you're only a phone call away!)