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Authors: Eva Márquez
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She was the only one I could think of, the only one who mattered. I’d even left my wife and the girls, moving out of the house entirely, in the hopes that Isabel might one day find her way back to me.
And now she had. I buried the suspicions away as deep as she had buried her phone, and turned my thoughts to the future. We were together now, and that was all that mattered. All the drama could remain in the past, as far as I was concerned; it was time to finally make things right with Isabel, the love of my life.
Chapter Five - You Learn
T he day out at the wineries was amazing. The weathers was absolutely beautiful – one of those rare, crisp days in early August – and we’d hired a limo to take us to the vineyards. The couple we went with were in their mid 30s, and looked like they were still very much in love. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, and were very affectionate throughout the entire trip.
I found this rather awkward, since we were stuck in the limo with them and they seemed to become more and more affectionate as we enjoyed the estate wines. However, it did give Tom and me a chance to talk, and we spent most of the time between wineries discussing the details of a new house, what we’d put in it, and how big we wanted it to be. I wasn’t completely sold on the idea yet – I had a long life to live, and I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to do with it yet. Committing to moving in with someone, when I was only twenty years old, seemed unimaginable. But Tom was so excited about the possibility that I couldn’t disappoint him. He was like a child with a new toy – one he’d been dreaming about for years – and his enthusiasm was infectious.
I tucked my fake ID – the one I’d acquired in high school and had been using in college, which I’d needed to furnish in order to confirm the wine tasting tour – back into my wallet and laughed at something he’d said. “What’s wrong with the picture? It looks just like me!” I asserted.
Tom snickered, “right, because your name really is Concepcion Sanchez and you really are 23 years old.”
I couldn’t help but laugh because he was right, I did not really look like the olive skinned Concepcion Sanchez on the ID, but we both shared long brown hair, brown eyes, and a stature of 5’8” so the ID always worked for me. Tom was still chuckling and in one of the best moods I’d seen him in for days.
“You’re like a kid on Christmas day, Tom” I told him affectionately. “How long have you been thinking about buying a house and inviting me to move in with you? I can almost imagine you having this all planned out before we even reunited!”
“Oh no,” he said, shaking his head. A smile played around the corners of his lips, though, showing me how happy he was. “The truth is, I can’t believe I’m sitting here talking to you about this at all. At this time last year I was sure that we were finished, and that I’d never see you again. Izzy…” he put his hand on my knee, squeezing gently, and I swallowed heavily. His touch had the same effect now that it had when I was younger, though I liked to consider myself more worldly and experienced now. I still slightly trembled whenever he touched me. That electric shock, the feel that we were somehow connected by more than just a touch…
“Yes?” I asked softly, leaning toward him.
“I’m just so happy,” he murmured back, his eyes full of joy. “I can’t believe how happy you’ve made me. A year ago I was ready to give up on the world. It was torture living without you, baby. I really don’t know how I did it. Now it seems like everything is so perfect.”
I smiled and leaned in to kiss him, willing to let my actions do the talking. We’d been to several vineyards by that time, and the wine was starting to go to my head. After a long, gentle kiss, I laid my head on his shoulder, thinking that I’d never been happier. I hadn’t been sure, at first, but now I
And now she had. I buried the suspicions away as deep as she had buried her phone, and turned my thoughts to the future. We were together now, and that was all that mattered. All the drama could remain in the past, as far as I was concerned; it was time to finally make things right with Isabel, the love of my life.
Chapter Five - You Learn
T he day out at the wineries was amazing. The weathers was absolutely beautiful – one of those rare, crisp days in early August – and we’d hired a limo to take us to the vineyards. The couple we went with were in their mid 30s, and looked like they were still very much in love. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, and were very affectionate throughout the entire trip.
I found this rather awkward, since we were stuck in the limo with them and they seemed to become more and more affectionate as we enjoyed the estate wines. However, it did give Tom and me a chance to talk, and we spent most of the time between wineries discussing the details of a new house, what we’d put in it, and how big we wanted it to be. I wasn’t completely sold on the idea yet – I had a long life to live, and I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to do with it yet. Committing to moving in with someone, when I was only twenty years old, seemed unimaginable. But Tom was so excited about the possibility that I couldn’t disappoint him. He was like a child with a new toy – one he’d been dreaming about for years – and his enthusiasm was infectious.
I tucked my fake ID – the one I’d acquired in high school and had been using in college, which I’d needed to furnish in order to confirm the wine tasting tour – back into my wallet and laughed at something he’d said. “What’s wrong with the picture? It looks just like me!” I asserted.
Tom snickered, “right, because your name really is Concepcion Sanchez and you really are 23 years old.”
I couldn’t help but laugh because he was right, I did not really look like the olive skinned Concepcion Sanchez on the ID, but we both shared long brown hair, brown eyes, and a stature of 5’8” so the ID always worked for me. Tom was still chuckling and in one of the best moods I’d seen him in for days.
“You’re like a kid on Christmas day, Tom” I told him affectionately. “How long have you been thinking about buying a house and inviting me to move in with you? I can almost imagine you having this all planned out before we even reunited!”
“Oh no,” he said, shaking his head. A smile played around the corners of his lips, though, showing me how happy he was. “The truth is, I can’t believe I’m sitting here talking to you about this at all. At this time last year I was sure that we were finished, and that I’d never see you again. Izzy…” he put his hand on my knee, squeezing gently, and I swallowed heavily. His touch had the same effect now that it had when I was younger, though I liked to consider myself more worldly and experienced now. I still slightly trembled whenever he touched me. That electric shock, the feel that we were somehow connected by more than just a touch…
“Yes?” I asked softly, leaning toward him.
“I’m just so happy,” he murmured back, his eyes full of joy. “I can’t believe how happy you’ve made me. A year ago I was ready to give up on the world. It was torture living without you, baby. I really don’t know how I did it. Now it seems like everything is so perfect.”
I smiled and leaned in to kiss him, willing to let my actions do the talking. We’d been to several vineyards by that time, and the wine was starting to go to my head. After a long, gentle kiss, I laid my head on his shoulder, thinking that I’d never been happier. I hadn’t been sure, at first, but now I
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