Blind to Beauty

Chapter Twenty

“Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.” – Sophia Loren

    The weeks went by fast with mine and Seamoore’s new relationship. We wouldn’t spend every waking moment together, or every day. We’d see each other a few times a week and usually hang out with Willy and Casper at the music store.

     In all honesty our relationship hadn’t changed that much since it had when I was his aid. We’d still argue, he’d still make his rude remarks, and I’d say something back to him. We argued over what music was good and what music was bad. Nothing had changed all that much.

    Well… maybe a few things did. We did kiss… not a lot but enough. And we did go on dates, to all different places. Seamoore took me to his favorite restaurant a few times, which was about an hour’s drive out of town.

     The restaurant was a fancy Italian place, that had an amazing white sauce. We would spend a few hours there, enjoying lunch or dinner, then head over to the local Italian bakery down the street. The bakery had amazing cannolis and waffle cookies. I think I could have eaten the whole showcase of them that they had out.

     Along with our mini-excursions  and walks with Collin, I would drive him to his doctor’s appointments to get ready for his surgery that would be taking place in August. I was more nervous about it that Seamoore. I don’t know why when he bluntly said one time when we were discussing it:

     “It’s not like I’m going to lose my sight again…”

     On my eighteenth birthday, Seamoore had taken me out on one of his father’s many yachts, along with Lacey and Casper. Casper was so excited to be manning the ship. Lacey on the other hand had been seasick the entire trip. Not to the point of throwing up, but enough to be miserable and moan about it the entire time we were out at sea.

     I had felt bad, but it didn’t put a damper on the thought that Seamoore had put into the present. I had enjoyed it. The wind blowing through my hair, and the smell of seasalt strong in the air. It was a perfect birthday.

     I had gotten the job as an aid for Jenna, and had accepted it. I would be moving out in July to go live with the Greenwood’s until… I don’t know how long. Seamoore had been a little upset with this, but was the most encouraging about me taking the job. He thought that it would be good for me. He also said that by then he should be able to see and drive and visit me often.

     Seamoore was being abnormally positive about the surgery. I had expected him to think that it wouldn’t work, and he’d be blind forever. I had been wrong. Out of everyone who knew about this opportunity Seamoore was getting, he was definitely the most positive. Even more positive than his parents.

     As our relationship grew, I had met his dad. Who was a lot funnier than I had thought he would be. I would have actually thought he was Casper’s dad if I hadn’t known better. I always thought Seamoore’s dad would be like him… stubborn, rude, and blunt.

     In the first week of July Seamoore left with Casper for his two week vacation to Italy to visit their friend. Seamoore and Casper were both excited. Seamoore had been a little more leery of leaving and not hanging out or talking with me for two weeks. I had to admit I was too, but as they say: distance makes the heart grow fonder.

     Those weeks that Seamoore and Casper were gone, I was all alone. Lacey had left a few days after my birthday. Her birthday present to me was staying in our little town instead of spending it in California working as an intern at her uncle’s business.

     I missed Lacey more than I thought possible. Everything seemed quieter. Going to the mall wasn’t as fun or going shoe shopping, which I enjoyed a lot. It was obvious that there was a gap in my life.