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hat an idiot I had been.
A big, dumb, foolish idiot.
Earlier that morning, when my alarm had gone off a little
after dawn and I had slipped out of Aaron’s warm embrace quietly—but not
panic-ridden—I had immediately regretted agreeing to meet my sister hours
before the wedding. So, once I got everything packed and was ready to go,
right before sneaking out the door without waking him up—even though I
had learned by then that he, too, slept like the dead—I leaned very silently
and brushed a soft kiss against his jaw. Because I didn’t want to go, not
really, and I was a weak, weak woman when it came to him.
Just in case, I left Aaron a note, telling him that I’d see him in a few hours
because I’d be getting ready with Isabel. Charo would be driving him to the
wedding venue.
Be strong and don’t succumb, I wrote down.
Then, I signed it with, With love, Lina.
My choice of words had my heart skipping a beat, but I promised myself
it wasn’t a big deal and left it there.
Not more than an hour after leaving the apartment, I started to miss him
—like properly brooding and sighing and wondering what he was doing—so
I texted him.
Lina: Did you get my note?
To which, he replied no more than a couple of minutes later.