Short Story Part 2

For weeks following their first meeting the two were inseparable. Exactly five months after that afternoon at the café Lawrence declared his love for Amiah and she replied with her love for him. His lips stretched into one of his rare smiles and he lifted his hand to her cheek.
“Mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses;” he whispered. “But give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.”
“Bonoparte,” she smiled back at him. “You can’t borrow from great lovers of the past forever, sweet Lawrence. You’re a great lover yourself, I’m sure you have something new and insightful to say.” He studied her face intently as his hand moved from her cheek through her hair. He gazed into her eyes as if within them was a work of art, the meaning of which he was trying to decipher.
“The strongest emotion is love. All the authors and the poets of the past, present and future all base their words around love; they base it around gaining love, losing love…dying for love. There is nothing I can say that will ever be purer than I love you. My love for you is driven by all my emotions, and everything I feel about anything is what I feel for you.”

“What do you want me to do Amiah? They don’t want me to come home, I can’t force myself upon them.”
“Lawrence, they’re your parents, please, you must be able to convince them to see me. I don’t understand what it is about me that they dislike so much, you can’t even ask them what it is?” Amiah stood a few feet behind him in her studio apartment. He stood with his back to her, his head leaning against the apartment door and his fingers pressed to his temples.
“I’ll convince them. I just can’t do it face to face, I need time. It has to be over the phone, if it’s in person they’ll just walk away.”
“If it’s on the phone they’ll just hang up!” Amiah snapped at him. He whipped his head around and pointed a finger at her mouth.
“Don’t yell at me, Amiah. Do you have any idea how fucking disrespectful you are towards me?” He dropped his hand into his hands. “You can’t keep bringing this problem up, again and again. It’s all you ever talk about, you act like I don’t do shit for this relationship.” Amiah crossed her arms and gave him a suggestive glare. “Oh, yeah, it’s ALL my fault! Take responsibility for your own fucking faults if you want me to take responsibility for mine!” He strode out of the apartment and slammed the door. Amiah slid down the wall onto the floor and curled up into a ball, rocking back and forth.