Enola listened to the shop owner's grandfather with intense eyes. My Italian was horrid so I only picked up bits and pieces but he was telling her how he paints and makes the pottery. I watched her with loving eyes. She was incredible. Five years in art school and she was still a sponge for art lessons. She had a glow within her eyes as the old man placed a brush in her hand then guided her over a section of pottery. I felt a heavy tug in my heart and in my stomach as I watched her hand slowly glide the brush against the vase. The movement resembled that of the ones she made while touching me: slow, deliberate and gentle. My stomach lurched when I noticed the way the sunlight coming through the window bounced off her hair and illuminated her face, making her blue eyes so much brighter. What was it about this woman? Was it her thirst for knowledge? Her hunger to see the beauty in the world? Her kindness and tenderness? Whatever it was I knew that my heart didn't stand a chance. I've been with her for just over a week, including the days in Ireland and I knew that I was falling in love. I had fallen in love with her.
I turned my head when I felt a hand on my arm. The shop owner's father had a gentle grip on my arm. I smiled at him not sure of what to say to him and unsure of what he wanted.
"I look at my wife that way. So young but it’s still good when you know before she does. It will last that way." The father murmured lowly. I couldn't help but smile at the man. He patted my back with a strong hand. I ran my hand through my hair tossing it to the side after a moment. Enola looked at me with the same light in her eyes as when I surprised her with the romantic dinner the night before. "She loves you too. She just doesn't know yet." The man whispered. I nodded unsure of what to say. "You tell her you love her?" He asked.
I shook my head, "I'd rather show her."
He grinned, "You're doing very well so far." I thanked him and he shook my hand firmly.
Enola kissed Sabrina's cheek gently and her mother's as well. Sabrina's father gave her tight hug and kissed her hair. Sabrina's grandfather embraced her tightly and whispered something to her. She blushed and bit her lip. She nodded and kissed his cheek with care. Sabrina and her mother then hugged me and kissed my cheeks, wishing me a good day. Sabrina's father shook my hand then hugged me much like my own father would.
"You give that girl everything you've got." He murmured, squeezing me tight.
I nodded, "Yes sir." He laughed and muttered something about my nationality. The old man that Enola was so taken with hugged me. He murmured something to me in Italian, but with my Italian being shit, I didn't understand him. All I picked up was the word love. Was I really so obvious? How could I be? I had only begun to realize it myself.
whoop there it is...