Foreign Love

There they were, sitting across each other, Ludovico Einaudi's Experience coming out softly from the stereo placed in the library of their home, and a smile on their faces. It had been a roller coaster, but this moment was worth every up and down of it. "Did you ever picture yourself in a moment like this?" asked her, rising her gaze from Shakespeare's Sonnets book and fixing it on her lover, while she played with the thin white-gold ring on her finger. "Never in a million years could I have pictured myself sharing such a peaceful moment with someone. That is until I met you" that was his answer, straight to the point and she knew that "peaceful" was not a word randomly chosen. Because she knew how many wars he had fought. His blue eyes were staring directly into her hazels' but moved slowly to her hands, and his smile grew even bigger as memories of the two together flooded his mind "if it takes fighting a war for us to meet..." "it will have been worth it" finished she sitting in his lap and kissing his lips soflty.