I gazed into his deep eyes. He looked back into mine. We felt a lot of emotions for two teenagers just looking at eachother, in love. We never said it, but we both knew we both felt it. Lucas was mine, all mine. No Missy, no Maya, no one but me and him. Forever. We sat locked in each other's eyes for a long time. We never moved. No matter what disturbance was near, Maya hopping around.
We were 24 now, all the past moments were memories, but I still felt the same emotion to that memory as the moment I experienced it. I like to think Lucas and I still have that gaze just a deeper love for each other. But not only each other but for our family. Our children Eliza and Jasmine, our dog Pluto. I remember the moment I saw Eliza for the first time and the moment I saw Lucas with Eliza for the first time. It overwhelmed me with love, compassion, jealousy (because she favors dad over mom we all know that), fear and hope. Hope was something I always had but nothing many people shared with me. Maya, my childhood best friend would know that more than anyone she never believed in hope, despite what my opinions were on the matter. But she finally found Hope. A dog from the shelter. But she found hope in her life when she fell in love with Evan, from the ski lodge. She loved her best friends so why not love the guy who finally knew the right direction.
Evan taught me how to identify "the look" I knew that Maya showed that look everyday. I quickly realized that "the look" was shared amongst many, not just lovers. But family and friends, we would look at each other when the words couldn't convey the correct amount of emotion. The difference between "the look" and looks was "the look" was love. Looks were just something everyone had.
a/n: sorry for such a short chapter but I've been lacking inspiration or when I got it I forget about it shortly.
