Love comes in a lot of forms.

I've always been terribly dependent on others. I need constant reassurance that I am loved and valued. I can't help it, it's my nature.

Lately I have been trying to convince myself that my memories are proof that my friends love me, even if they don't always have time to show it.

What better way to help myself do that than to make a list of some of my favorite memories?

* Wearing matching shirts half a continent apart because WE know we match.

* Being someone's hombre - then deciding that an hombre is probably a type of piñata, thereby making me someone's piñata.

* Forcing someone to be an accesory to theft from a federal building.

* Comparing a vacuum cleaner to Darth Vader (for reasons you can't even imagine).

* Cheesecake with so much extra whipped cream that it overpowers the cheesecake.

* Lying on a pile of beanbags, eating homemade cookies.

* A delivery of Coke in glass bottles during a two hour wait.

* Camping out in hotel hallways.

* Holding hands and skipping.

* Fine cigars while half-watching people play pool.

* Standing in the cold and rain, swapping mom jokes.

* Alien theories.

* Ending marital discord by eating the last pancake.

* Defending a flag that doesn't exist.

* Elevator wrestling matches.

* Big dramatic hellos and goodbyes.

* Ballet lessons on the street - and criticism.

* Trying to explain a churro.

* Hitting the Mickey D's drive-thru on foot at 2 AM.