Tonight I learned that you really know that someone loves you when they text you this:
"So I'm in hollywood watching fun kick some serious a--, and there's this girl in front of me that smells just like you. I'm trying not to be a creeper, but it makes me happy =/"
The ensuing conversation ended with this friend commenting, "Hey, you smell good. I'm not ashamed to admit that."
I miss Benjamin Wright. For the record, he smells good too.
And that's real friendship. Recognizing someone's smell after not smelling them for a long time. I've heard that smell is strongly connected to memory. Maybe that's true, maybe it isn't...either way, this is a weird post. I just wanted to say that it made me feel special/happy. Ben is definitely one of my crazier friends, but I love him to death.
I should probably go to bed.