It's a Love Story

He chuckled. "Bellezza, it is, then," he kissed her knuckles again softly.

She smiled and nodded. "Sounds good."

"Where do I turn now, bellezza," he chuckled.

She chuckled. "to the right." she said.

He turned where she told him and followed the rest of their directions until they reached their destination. He parked and got out of the car, opening her door for her and offering her his hand.

she smiled, taking his hand and got out of the car. "Come this way with me." she said, walking.

He chuckled, "alright," he said, following her.

She smiled, taking him far down the river, away from the parking. "I go here all the time." she smiled.

He smiled. "It's beautiful. Do you write here a lot," he asked her, looking out over the river.

She nodded. "Yes. It's so calming here. I just let the writing flow." she said softly.

"It's easy to. So peaceful and quiet," he smiled gently, squeezing her hand.

She smiled and moved into his arms, letting him hold her.

He smiled and held her, enjoying the quiet peacefulness of the second of her favorite places.

"Will you take me to Rome?" she asked softly. "I want to see where you're from."

He smiled softly. "I would love to take you home with me," he told her softly. "My family will love to meet you. I've already emailed my mother about you. She cannot wait to meet the bellezza name Roman," he chuckled softly.

She smiled. "I don't think I'm as specail as you say I am."

He chuckled. "I think you are," he told her softly.

she shook her head. "I dont think so."

He lifted her chin. "Why aren't you special, Roman," he asked her.

"I haven't done anything to be special." she said softly.

"It doesn't mean you aren't, or you aren't special to someone," he pointed out softly.

"I guess not." she smiled.

He smiled. "You are special. To me, and to your family. There is no other bellezza named Roman."

She smiled, blushing slightly. "I'm special to you?"

He nodded. "You are. Else I wouldn't be here with you," he smiled.