The White Dove

Chapter 10

Wednesday 21st of May 2008 

I could have finished my painting of Dove earlier, however, I only find myself procrastinating every time. Having her seated by my window with the sun illuminating her skin. Having the chance to study every detail of her is a blessing and a chance I had to cherish. Somehow I started to get the feeling that if I stopped looking at her closely, she might disappear. That feeling started to creep under my skin, urging me to savor every passing moment with her. Every day when she came at mine, I would take it as a chance to chat about anything there was to know about her. I was curious about her and wanted her to know about me as well. Every little thing about Dove has become delectable to me.
 

Each day when I get back from work, I either wait for her arrival at my place or head to her place. We spend more than half of every day together, even if we have nothing to do.

 She distracts me sometimes when she laughs or even if she's only speaking. The sound of her voice is like melodies to my ears that take me to another place. The way she says my name makes it sound a hundred times better. She merely manages to make any normal things more adorable to me. Today I was adding the final touches to her painting. The sun was almost gone, for some time I felt the room was isolated and impervious to the rest of the world; like it was just me, her, and the sweet desire growing between us. Obliviously, Dove moved her hair slightly behind her ear.

 In my painting, her hair was loose around her face, falling freely on her shoulders. I stood up slowly and approached her carefully. Bending down at where she was sitting, my eyes not leaving hers. She did not utter a word as if she knew what I was about to do. My face was dangerously close to hers as I slowly let my hands pull her hair back from where she had tucked it. I took my time spreading her over her shoulders slowly. Her hair was medium length, long enough to cover her shoulders but didn't reach the middle of her back. When all was well, I ran my hand through her hair a couple more times to feel the softness of her locks against my skin. "I want you just like this," I had said lowly straightening her shoulders. She nodded in response as she seemed taken aback just like I was. At last, I managed to move away and get back to my chair. I had to take a deep breath before continuing. Being physically this close to Dove, I could have at least kissed her but I couldn't. Her actions toward me make me certain she likes me back, however, I felt that I may need a more obvious cue than all of this. I went back to painting her. Whenever our eyes met, it felt like a thousand unspoken words. Her eyes burn into mine with much unrevealed emotions. I still feel the smooth texture of her hair on my hands as I moved the brush slowly adding the colors of the background. I didn't add any unnecessary colors in the painting, all was realistic to what I was seeing.

 From the ceramic floor beneath her feet to the Parma-grey walls behind her, to the wooden window on the wall, to the chair she was seated on, and to her unique and precious self. Finally, when all was over I flashed her the biggest grin I could manage and she returned the gesture. With much enthusiasm, Dove came quickly to see how the painting turned out to be. "Oh wow... Louis, it's perfect," You are perfect, I wanted to say. But instead, I smiled silently at her. "Thank you so much for this, Louis, I truly love it," She said facing me completely, "Promise me you'll keep it, no matter how many people offer to buy it from you," Her tone was gentle yet serious and I gave her my word."I thought you'd want to keep it," I had said questioningly. "I do, but I'd prefer you to keep it for now; to remember me in case our paths parted." She had said repeating my words from the other day when I gave her one of my paintings.

 Both my hands slowly grasped hers and I interlocked our fingers as I copied her words from before to her, "Well, with every piece of my heart Dove, I wish this never happens. I do hope our paths remain intertwined forever." I had said the words with much honesty, despite the plans I had in mind. The plans Dove knows nothing about yet.