A Flashing

Another week just flashed past.

Dimitri left yesterday so on Friday night we had a farewell dinner at the old house. "Pizzas" made with Lebanese bread. A good idea actually. After dinner, we went to Mures for ice cream then took a walk up to the middle of Tasman Bridge.

Sort of to my surprise, Justyna came up and grabbed my arm and we walked arm in arm up the bridge and back to the house. And she just talked. I knew she wasn't really happy and she didn't really have anyone in the house to talk to but I never guessed how unhappy she really was and how uncomfortable she felt with the people she was living with.

It was too late by the time we got back to the house and I stayed the night. Not in her room though. (Another note to self: bring a toothbrush next time you visit) Talked for awhile in her (my former) tiny little room and she told me things about Martin I didn't expect. I don't believe she told anyone else (including her mother) and I do feel quite honoured (the best word I can find) that she trusts me enough to say such things.

That arm-in-arm thing is gonna set the tongues in the house wagging, especially Chris and Sam. A few seconds after she took my arm, I decided I didn't really care what they thought, it be right or wrong. In these matters, the two of them are way too immature about things.

I wouldn't deny that I have feelings for her and that there's room for such feelings to grow. In another time, in another place, maybe I would let them. But not here and now, when I have 14 weeks left of my Tasmanian adventure.

I know when I leave, she's gonna be the one I'll miss the most. Maybe I'm being too rational again but I don't want to hurt anyone, myself included.