Leta is a special one. It seems that she is also looking forward to the transformation of our house. As maria stopped by the house this evening before going home, and checked out once more her room to be, we ended up in Leta’s room (“I have great news for you, sarah. A friend of ours fell in love with a guy who speaks Flemish. We should meet up one of these days.” An american guy in Santa Cruz who speaks flemish, who would have thought… And Leta scored of course. Imagine her friend talking all about her new boyfriend, and at some point mentioning that he finds it such a pity that he cannot practise his flemish in Santa Cruz. And Leta being able to say: oh, just come to our house, flemish is spoken in our house…).
And we continued talking when Jenn, with whom Leta just broke up last week, left. About love, of course. And i was pleasantly struck by what she said: that it’s tough now to find another way of loving Jenn, since love-making was such an easy way to express love for friend. Maybe it’s good, she added, it forces me to be more creative. To write a poem, to write a song, to care in another way. We looked at each other in silence for a moment, before bursting out in laughter… let’s not be kidding, why should any of that exclude love-making…