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Saying what I thought he was saying? He couldn’t actually be saying that we should get married – make things permanent, as he said – could he? I gulped, trying to find words, trying to assess how I felt about any of this. It was all happening so fast, and though it all sounded terribly romantic, something in my mind was begging for it to slow down, so I could have time think, to process these events.
    Suddenly my phone buzzed next to my plate, and I jumped. I grabbed it, glanced quickly at the number, and gestured to Tom that I had to take this call. I rose, hurrying out of the dining room, outside to the foliaged and shady courtyard. The phone call gave me a chance to step away from the life-changing conversation Tom had instigated. Maybe with some fresh air, I could figure out how I felt about everything he had just shared.
    Besides, this wasn’t a call I could take in Tom’s presence.

Chapter Three - Vision of Love
     
    I sabel’s buzzing phone jarred me from my thoughts of our future – of the house we would share, the bedtime routine, our mornings together – as she quickly pulled away from me to glance at the screen. Whoever it was, she’d evidently been waiting for their call. She excused herself haphazardly and rushed out of the door toward the courtyard, talking into her phone. She didn’t mention who it was on the phone as she walked away, nor did she tell me how long she would be, as I frowned lost in my own thoughts.
    I’d been afraid that I was going to come on too strong, but I hadn’t been able to stop myself. The moment had been so perfect, with her there in front of me, telling me how much she’d missed me…But perhaps I had rushed things? She was only a sophomore in college, I reminded myself, and still in the midst of making plans for her future. She probably didn’t even know what she wanted to do with her life after college. Sometimes I forgot that she was so much younger than me, and still facing all of the turmoil of youth and an undecided life. Talking about buying a house – and what I had said about being more permanent – had probably scared the living daylights out of her. I bit my lip, chastising myself. Always rushing forward before you think, Tom. She was going back to the East Coast in a couple of days, and here I was asking her to move in with me.
    I took another bite of my omelet and glanced at her through the open doorway as she was speaking comfortably on the phone. I couldn’t help it, asking anyway, I didn’t want to scare her, or frighten her. I knew I was rushing things, but she had turned my world upside down when she came back. She was still somewhat reserved with me, as if she had secrets that she couldn’t quite bring herself to share, but that would change. She’d remember how to trust me again, remember that she could share her thoughts and feelings with me, her dreams, and her hopes and fears. We’d only had a week together, and already I could feel our love growing into what it had once been.
    I had longed for Isabel for so long it seemed, I never really could get over her – although it was just under a year since I’d last seen her – and yet one week after our chance meeting, she’d managed to reclaim my heart and soul. I couldn’t imagine a life without her. Not now. I’d lost her once, and I wasn’t going to lose her again.
    I hadn’t felt this happy in ages it seemed. We’d spent every moment together for the past week, talking about where we’ve been and where we’d like to go. Sharing the things we hadn’t been able to share with anyone else. And it had been just like the old days; nothing about our love had changed. True, there’d been an added tension, and through the joy and love I felt, there’d been an ever-present feeling of dread or doom. But I was sure that came from the fact that she’d be leaving soon, and going back to her college. I couldn’t bear to think of that – not yet. We still had another week together, and I