it's a warm, fuzzy feeling when friends already know where i live without me telling them.
it's a warmer and fuzzier feeling when friends know to drive into the driveway to my townhouse so i don't have to walk out.
it's the warmest and fuzziest feeling when friends know to stop their car away from my garage door so when i open it, it doesn't crash into their car.
but nothing can beat the time when leng jai said "i have to leave early tomorrow, let's leave after the talk". i was thinking, okay you have to leave first. but it's the warmest and fuzziest feeling that you assumed that i was coming with you, leaving early with you if you had to. :)
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