True/Blue

I hop in the car.  We exchange hugs, and quick catch up with the easy.  Hi... Good... Nice to see you... Great scarf.  In under two blocks, he knows I'm feeling unsettled, but we'll talk about it when we get to the restaurant. 

You smell good, he says.

I always smell good.  I smell like I always smell.

It's comforting, he says.

There is no comfort like the comfort I get when sitting across from the man I've known and loved for the most important years of my life.  He knows the best and heartbreakingest versions of my self.  He takes my insanity in stride, and laughs when no one else gets the joke.  His face tells me he understands... everything.

He used to fashion funfair rides out of back pockets or laundry baskets, never questioning his role as carney.  I was there when he was bitten by a bear.

We broke up almost four years ago.  And we're closer now than ever.  Thank you for the french toast.  Thank you for the book shopping.  And for all the love and support I sometimes think I don't deserve.  You're the best ever, pup.

xo

ps... I hope that Lorelai and Christopher end up together, too. 

Comments

[dubstylenine]

awwwww twentyseven...

you make it sound like it's been some sort of torturous chore being your friend... well it hasn't.

...you're not 'that' crazy.

god love ya bun.

xo

[panasianbiz]

I stumbled across your blog while I was doing some online research. When I read this, I started thinking about how much we do associate our friends and loved ones with certain smells. We're not so far from our sharper-nosed four-legged friends as we thought, I guess!