She curled up by my side on an old beach chair that sat beside the one that I was on, and let her head rest gently against my shoulder.
"I don't ever want to say goodbye." Her voice sounded like the gentle, almost silent music of the wind.
"Me either." My hand gently reached out to tuck her wavy, auburn locks back, and I moved slowly to kiss her lips.
She moaned, and managed to curl even tighter around me by moving out of her chair and on to mine.
"You're kind of sweet, you know?" Her beautiful voice teased with a gentle, musical laugh comprised with in it.
"How am I sweet?" I teased her.
"You just are, my handsome gentleman." She pressed herself back against me to give me an adoring kiss.
"Then you must be my perfect lady." I told her.
"Oh. Of course I am, good sir." She added on for good measure.
"Don't forget your manners." I spoke up teasingly.
"I could never forget them, sir." She attempted a British accent, and failed miserably.
"I'm the British one of the two of us." I reminded her.
"Oh, of course you are." She had an amused sparkle in her eyes.
"Do you really not know where I'm from?" I asked her teasingly.
"You're British. You have a very obvious accent." She told me in amusement.
"You're Italian." I told her before she could ask.
"I know." She giggled.
"Are you really sure?" I asked her with amusement obvious in my voice.
"Yes." She continued to giggle.
"I love you." My voice dropped in volume as I said that; it felt true, but it had to have been too soon for those feelings as we had only known each other for a few days.
"Ti amo, Arthur." Felicia murmured, and she leaned towards me to connect our lips once again in a kiss.
I pulled her closer as we kissed.
It was the perfect relationship: one full of love.
We had the kind of chemistry that people talked about wanting to have with their future, significant other.
We only knew each other for a week; it was the best week of my life.
She left my life after those passionate days and nights.
"Goodbye, Arthur. Good luck on your writing!" She stood there ready to depart from my life.
"Goodbye." I thought that I could simply move on, but I can't and haven't.
I love her, and she tainted my memories of what love felt like as I could only compare it to what I had felt for her.
I can't forget about her, and I have no way of finding her again.
