the student who knew me

it was my favourite student's last lesson. he was my favourite student simply because we often ended up having quite deep conversations and every time i came out of there, i felt happy. on bad days, it cheered me up no end.

anyway, afterwards, we went out for a drink. and we talked. and it was weird, because we don't actually know each other very well (we saw each other kind of weekly the first few lessons, but then there would often be a long break in between) but he nevertheless seems to have understood me better than pretty much anyone, considering the little time he's had. and while he made statements about me that other close friends have also made, the way he did it was so unjudgemental. he was just stating facts and trying to figure out the deeper reasons for the way i did certain things. and i don't think i felt defensive at any time during that conversation - then again, as he absolutely wasn't attacking me, there was no reason to be.

it was, in fact, one of the most interesting conversation i've ever had. i unfortunately had to head home at some point, so we had to stop in the middle of it, but it was still enlightning.