I just waved goodbye to Lyn on her bus home. It’s strange – she’s the most enigmatic person I’ve ever met: strong, yet fragile; certain yet somehow scared. I whish I could just take her in my arms and tell her everything will be ok. I look into her eyes and see a strange vulnerability and confusion; yet also I see love. She’s quite a bit older than I am; perhaps more jaded and world weary; and yet there’s also this optimism in the future – and in me. I invited her up after last Friday’s drama: I now see dumping Lyn would be like ripping my soul out. Age difference or none, and all other concerns asunder, I love Lyn levett.