Me and Olga had something that had some potential, but only for a short while, really. Things didn't last long, though I never quite got just why they got sour, and Olga, I would find out later, would even develop some animosity towards me. But that's not yet.. it's still a few months into the future.
After I first got back from Poland, the PC I had then died. And because I couldn't afford one straight away - and also because I only used it for internet related stuff - I thought I could make do with a cheapo Android tablet in the interim. Well, how wrong I was, I couldn't do even the most basic stuff - like Skype calls, which would have come in handy then - but well, we just had to communicate via email. And we did talk a lot, sometimes I even called her, and we kept things going. And so, maybe a couple of months after we'd first met, I had a couple of weeks off, and I asked Olga if she wanted me to come visit her. We did really miss each other, and I managed to find a cheap flight. I'd told her that I'd off work for two weeks, and she told me I could spend them with her if I so chose, I could stay at hers. So that was the plan, and when the time came, off to Poland I was. She was waiting for me by the time I arrived in Warsaw's very own Chopin Airport, and we went straight to her house. After we arrived, and I got settled in, we maybe made out for a bit, then went to to some shopping. Two things I remember : she made awesome perogi for us, and we drank honeyed beer. Or beer with honey? Whatever it was, I loved it. There would be no hanky panky yet, though not for lack of me trying to give her the nod about how willing I was, but she wanted to wait - maybe to see if I wasn't a complete psycho, who knows? But we slept together, and sleeping with her, next to her, holding her in my arms was good.
And a funny thing, that very night she told me she loved me. We were kissing goodnight, and she said something in Polish I couldn't understand. She said it again - 'Kocham cię' - and I asked her what that meant. And she told me it meant 'I love you' in Polish. I didn't question it, and I don't know that I loved her. I don't know that we ever really loved each other, we might have just been in love for a little bit. I think the did it for the same reason I'd say it, though only to myself, whenever I was with someone new. If I said to myself, and it didn't feel right, I knew at once that I was wasting my time. I was never once proven wrong. On the other hand, if I did say it and It felt something natural, even though I didn't necessarilly feel it, then it instilled in me the hope that something good was going to be happening.
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