My favorite part of the memories from that night? When we were about to part ways and call it a night, he leaned over and hugged me. Not that big of a deal, right? Wrong. I generally don't like hugging people I don't know well. But I enjoyed his.
The memory of that hug made me feel all melty inside; the same way I felt that night all those years ago.
Man. I do love that guy. More than I could ever show.