All I have is a picture and these are the words
“You love him, don’t you?” She asked.
Without thinking I nodded. After a few seconds I realised what I had admitted and I glanced up sharply. Eleanor smiled, not a happy or sad one.
Just an understanding one.
“He loves you, too.” She said.
“How do you know?” I breathed, trying to not let it show that my heart was dancing.
“It’s the way he looks at you. Every girl dreams of being looked at like the way he looks at you. Even me when I was with him. You just never catch him when he does.”
I’ve been searching for it for years and I have come up empty handed every time.
by Big-Pumpkin-484