Your boyfriend was a very talented arts and craftsman. He was currently in his workshop working on some pottery. His hair was messy and clay was all over his apron. You could watch him for hours.

"You're staring love,"

He suddenly spoke. You were staring at his hands. His index and middle finger swirled around inside the pot. He would dip his hand in water before going back to kneading the clay. It was bringing back memories.