tonight,

i said,
'sports [or dance] is the most important thing here.'

he said,
'sports might be the most important thing here, but it isnt the only thing.'



my nose went wet.
i blinked a little, then i smiled.

somehow, talking to him is always assuring.
its the things he do that make me think that he's wise, mature, intelligent, street-smart, capable. donating his subway cookies to me also helps.
but the way he talks to me, tells me not to worry, advises me what to do when im troubled, always makes me feel immature, like a child.

after all, im only 19... barely just made my step into this 'world'...

everytime it happens,
when he pats me on the head,
its a nice feeling.

i would say, very humbly, thats its nice to have a friend like that around.
its almost as good as phone calls from wife.
almost.