Whew! *Finally* getting a break from my muse to check this one out.
A missed recital, a forgotten birthday, all those times he'd spent working late because he valued his job more than he valued spending time with his daughters.
Spot on. Speaks volumes more than his voice ever does.
Those moments where his words were lost in the echoes of his actions.
I like this.
They were nice, polite, always affectionate and never derisive.
And poor Lois got doubley slappy with the shoddy parent stick.
Never "Great job, honey," or "Wow! I can't believe you won the talent show!" or even a "Better luck next time, champ." I never had that dad.
And our entire relationship was built on a heap of lies. In fact, I'm not so sure I could even come up with one truth he'd said to me in all the, albeit, short time we'd dated.
Good point.
And I'm certain that marrying Lex Luthor couldn't have been much different from doing exactly that- except that I'm sure I'd have ended up dead or mysteriously "missing" at some point in our marriage.
And so is that one.
Not the love I am now enjoying yet still fighting.
Completely blind to what was right before me- the love staring me right in the face, carefully watching me from the sidelines, the truth in his expression and every small thing he did that made me smile.
Since day one to boot!
I believed the man who said he was what he wasn't over the man who laid bare his soul to me.
Ooh, I like this.
And at the last second, I finally saw sense.
Quite literally the last second.
When I realized about two weeks later that he still loved me- because let's be honest, it's obvious- I was angry.
Oh, I like this, and I'm not sure that I've seen this addressed all that often.
I was hurt, angry, and well, in a way, I loved him all the more for it.
Now *there's* a change in Lois' thinking!
to say nothing of his kissing skills
and I love him dearly for it all- I mean, care for him dearly. I don't think I love him just yet. I mean, maybe I do, but with what I know, I'm just not sure I'm ready to commit to that. Not just yet. Not until I know.
I really love the thought process here and the subtle distinctions.
It wouldn't be the first time I've ignored the signs, tried to move on from these things. But I can't.
One bitten, twice shy, Lois.
And that right there shows just how angry she is.
If he's not, then I don't know what to think.
Precisely. Poor Lois.
Sometimes- a lot of times, actually- he looks guilty about it. Like he knows he's hiding something from me, lying to me, hurting me... but he refuses to do anything about it
Which is so so maddening to watch!
Clark could hurt me even worse than my father.
Ouch. Which, of course, means I love the insight here.
the first-glimpse-of-me-for-the-day look
Aww! Love this!
The one where he smiles like I'm the only person in the world and his dark eyes get that extra sparkle in them. The one where he takes in my form appreciatively as though for the first time. The one that says "I love you" and "I'm in awe of you" and makes those butterflies awaken in my stomach.
<melts>
From racing to the door, I tell myself. Not from my racing heart and that utterly delicious gaze.
Hey Lois, if you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you...
Because no matter what Clark's hiding from me, and no matter how painful the fallout might be when it comes, I can't deny the feelings- even the love- that I have for him.
Awww!
And I will not turn myself into a liar.
*Perfect* way to end this! Love it!
Great job. I love how well you've captured Lois' thoughts and translated them into such an insightful little story. Brava!
