me, as I pull her in tighter and gently run the palm of my hand down her hair that is draping over her shoulders. How strong has one person got to be, to take on the battle scars of possibly three people? I know I've had to deal with the shit I have, but I cannot even begin to imagine what it's been like for her. To take on something like this, of this magnitude and have to protect yourself and your kids! The realisation of what must have happening, shit! It must have been immense. My respect and love for this woman is strengthening by the minute.
Delicately I put my fingers under her chin so that I can coerce her to look up at me. Her beautiful Jade green eyes glisten from tears they have shed.
“Izzy, I cannot find any words to comfort you as thankfully, this is something that I have never experienced or been through and desperately hope neither of us go through it again. Just please believe me when I tell you that I think you are the most amazing woman and mother. No-one deserves to go through what you have, especially you and the boys. You are here though. You have come out of it the other side a better, stronger person. The boys are safe, happy and by the sounds of it, living their life as best they can, looking forward to the future. That is what you have to do now. They are both obviously growing into decent and respectful young men, but you also need to start thinking about yourself. So with that, if you will have me, I want to be with you every step of the way, with you and your sons.”
I know you are all probably thinking this is way too fast, another different 'me', the 'me' from four, five, six years ago would think the same, but this is me now and if it feels right, it feels right. No other woman has made me feel the way I do about her. Isabel makes me laugh and smile, both within and out. She is a true, real woman with no expectations or false attributes; she's a 'what you see is what you get' type of woman and I love her for it. Only time will tell what the future holds and we can take it a day at a time, but I want to be with this woman. I cannot see my life, my future without her now.
Isabel takes a hold on my hand and squeezes it tightly.
“Marc, if you mean what you are saying, then yes.” She pauses, as though contemplating what to say next. “You have learnt something new about me today, so my history is flawed just like yours is. You already know my views on relationships because as you've rightly pointed out, it's just not me I have to think about. I cannot go through the heartbreak again either.
I don't believe in marriage and I cannot have any more children, I don't want any more children. Are you happy knowing and living with all of that?”
I have never been happier, I just hope that Isabel can see that and believe me when I tell her.
“Isabel we don't need a certificate to show or prove to anyone that we want to be together. It's just a piece of paper and paper can be burnt, it can be shredded; it's not what bonds two people together. The feelings we have for one another are what matters and is the important factor in this. We can only build on the strong foundations we have already placed down.”
I sit Isabel up straight, I want her looking directly at me so that she can see I mean every word. Truth.
“I was going to tell you this later this evening, but I feel you need to hear this from me now. My main reason for me coming over to the UK was not only to present the results to Cambridge, but it was also to start my sabbatical. I have taken a year out to make contacts and connections over here, and possibly do a bit of travelling as well. I have been looking for places to rent over the last day or two, as in the beginning I wasn't sure how long I was going to stay over here for. Now I know I want to stay, I want to be with you, get to know you and the boys better. I want to connect with you more than ever. I spoke to the head of research up
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