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xx: colombia bound

20: Colombia Bound

"Listen, this is as casual as I'm going to get." I said walking out of the closet adjusting the pants.

Emilio was zipping up his jacket when I walked in, looking over at me he licked his bottom lip, "Come ere'."

Walking over to him he wrapped his arms around my waist, "I packed a pair of sneakers if it makes you feel better, but I just don't wear sneakers it's not my thing."

"You look beautiful princess." He muttered kissing me on the head.

Smiling I kissed his chest, "Thank you baby." Walking out of his arms I zipped the suitcase up, we were going to be gone for close to a week, but I always pack for emergency cases and you know my indecisiveness, taking my bag I crossed my arms, "What about you?"

"I had Tiago bring me an outfit on the plane." He said intertwining our hands.

Grabbing my purse and my other bag, we left the apartment and I made sure to lockup, I didn't need to come back to my very expensive furniture gone.

Clicking the button to the elevator, I couldn't help but look down at our hands.

It didn't feel real and I felt like I was dreaming, and then when I wake up from dreaming this whole thing I'm probably going to proceed to check myself into a fucking psych ward after because I will be officially losing my mind. Is this how the mistress felt when he left his wife for her, does she have the feeling that she is walking on air and feels like she can take on the world.

Or is that because of me and after years of drinking this is the consequence of it all, well it really wouldn't have been that bad of a consequence since I was finally having the thing that I wanted, and I wanted to be with this man and I don't know hell maybe marry him, I know I love him. Can I really go through this again, and actually go through it without having to go through hell?

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What if there was a such thing as an happy ending and you did get a chance to finally have the fucking yellow brick road that you didn't think even existed.

But you still have this thought and that thought is, "do you really think you deserve such a gift?" I mean look at the odds a person in your position usually doesn't have the delight to get the yellow brick road.

Instead you become the Glenn Close of this movie and you're dead in the ending, but no it's real and you are happy with the place you are at, and I'm not talking about getting the exclusive on the Chanel fashion week lineup, I'm talking about settling down and having kids and being married. Could that really be possible for you, since all of your life you have been surrounded by such a reckless paced life and kids really haven't played that much of a huge part in your life.

I mean sure you thought about marriage, but you thought about it for the theme and the style, is it going to be modern or the chic fifties, you can't decide whether or not you are going to go with Pnina or Vera, is it going to be lace or a ball gown with a corset back. Now you are thinking about it for the person, that it doesn't matter what the hell type of dress you wore just as long as you were able to go by your loved-ones last name.

Hearing the door open to the bathroom I tore my attention away from the laptop to see the subject of my post walking out in nothing but a towel that hung low on his hips and I could practically see the steam on my glasses.