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t has been impossible to meet Jorge along this week. And when I say impossible, I mean it was total and absolutely impossible. In addition, Claudia came up to blackmail Jorge to join her and their daughter to spend the Constitution holiday at the house of Claudia’s parents which is in Toledo. I was crazy climbing the walls. Three full days he was going to be with Claudia at the same house, doing family activities. Jorge was going to remember how it was to be the three of them together and how important it was to have a daughter and...
I’ll take a seat, I start to hyperventilate.
He told me he was not sure he could rid of Claudia to call me; that he didn’t want to take risks. He asked me to trusth him.
He was asking too much...
Friday afternoon. Marta just left my house, she came to help me get some distracted by inviting me to go out, to drink some wine at any quiet bar, far from tourists and college’s noise, but she couldn’t even convince me to change my pajama which I’ve been wearing along the holiday. Between that and eating ice cream from cookies&cream of Häagen-Dazs, I became a regretfull picture, I know but, it is the only thing I want to do. Ice cream and pajama. I still have a small vase so, I grabbed Pride and Prejudice, jumped to the couch and eat a great deal of ice cream. I’ll probably be lucky to get some sugar disorder and fall asleep until tomorrow.
Ice cream, pajama and Austen, the perfect companion to start the weekend.
When I’m about my second ice cream spoon, my phone rings. I don’t even look at who is calling on the screen.
“Yes?” I answer reluctantly.
And I clearly listen at the voice of my depression’s reason during this shitty holiday.
“Hola Lau.”
“Jorge!” I say it very louder and I try to recover my composure as soon as I can “How is your vacation?”
“Well, you know...exhausted” he sounded tired “What about you? What are you doing?”
“To be honest... I am reading Pride and Prejudice again and eating ice cream from cookies&cream.”
I lead another ice cream portion to my mouth, tasting the sweet and cold flavor which is not as fulfilling as Jorge’s deep voice.
I hear him dropping a musical laugh after my Friday afternoon’s description. What a lovely laugh... He should laugh all the time, the world would be better with his laugh, I’m sure.
“Are you serious? Aren’t you going out to drink something?”
“A friend came, Marta, she tried to take me out but, I rather staying at home today.”
“With Mr. Darcy and Mr. Cookie?” he sounded brittish.
Uf... that accent in Jorge sounds so sexy...
“Exactly. Besides, Mr. Darcy reminds me to you.”
“To me?” I can see he enjoyed the comparison. What man wouldn’t like to be compared like that? Well, I imagine those who has no idea of Jane Austen and, I have the feeling those are more than what I think “But Mr. Darcy from the beginning of the story or from the end?”
“Now that you say it, you remind me more the one from the beginning...”
“Am I so proud and rude?”
I think he is in a good mood and my sorrow starts to vanish with every word he says.
“Well... you know, you never smiled at me until the previous time and, when you talked to me it was like if I disturbed you...”
“Is that what you believed?” he says having fun with my point of view “I have to make you change your mind somehow.”
“Staying out of England, sounds difficult ha?”
“I can be very persuasive when I propose it, Laura. Professional deformation I figured...”
“Is that a threat, mister layer?”
“A punctual threat actually” and he is interrumpted by little girl sounds from far. It must be Noelia crying at her mother “And, what will you do tomorrow?”
“I have to go to Madrid to the monthly meeting of Press2” I answer listless.
“To Madrid? We could meet there. You can go in train and we will return together. Claudia and Noelia are going to stay here the rest of the weekend.”
“Sure! I’ll buy the ticket in a moment.”
I sounded too enthusiastic and I notice he smiled at the other side of the phone.
“At what time?”
“I’ll go out of the meeting about seven in the afternoon. Then I’ll be on vacations.”
“Wow, you will be on your vacations as well? Are you going somewhere?”
“No, I had no time to plan anything this year so, I’ll stay one week boring at home” I’m sure he could notice how sad it turns to me “During this season I miss so much to be at London or Paris and watch everything lighten, I am a big fan of Christmas lights.”
“Well, we’ll find something to do, don’t worry.”
The girl sounds are overwhelming.
“If you have to go...”
“I think I do, they were making Christmas shopping at down town but they are back already and they will soon wonder what do I do lock at the terrace with this weather.”
“Well, we’ll talk tomorrow to set up.”
“Send me Press2 address to my phone to go get you there in my car after you finish.”
“Sure, I’ll send it now” and before he leaves, something runs out, unforgiveable at this time from... whatever we have or we will have “I... I really miss you.”
One second of silence. Two. Three. Four?
Did I screw it?
“You...? Laura, do you really miss me?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want... It might not be the best time for...”
“I miss you as well. Every second I can’t see you, Laura.”
I think my mutism is understandable right? To be told something like that after the man you have been dreaming about half of your life...
“Lau?” he asks as he doesn’t even listen to me breathing.
Not even I listen to myself and, I’m afraid I past out without noticing. I big smile is drawn in my lips which could be heard by Jorge after it turned timidly out loud through the phone. And I hear him answering the same way after some other silence, not akward anymore but delightfully intimate.
Until now, I didn’t realize but it’s true. I have missing him very much this days we haven’t met. And that is something I am not use to.
Missing a man? Never. What is happening to me?
What is Jorge doing to me?