Her face stayed with me. She had eyes that danced with delight but at the end there was always a wistful plea and hooded longing. This turned her face into fleeting sadness until it reposed into a shuttered countenance. The corner of her mouth pucker into a smile which is wiped almost automatically as though laughter was an indulgence not to be taken lightly.
This was the face of one who youthfully traded love for marriage and saw what she hoped for could never be realized when you simply exist. Now she faced the naked truth that only true love can truly make you live.
Underneath that shuttered hood she reminisced about such times when he looked into her eyes and said, "You'll be mine". She said, "Never" and he said, "Yes, you will be mine". She knew that she loved him before he ever uttered the words. Yet now they are worlds apart but her heart still beat expectantly for him. This vision always managed to emerge at the forefront of her thoughts and cause her to wonder if dreams can come true even though an opportunity was foolhardily thrown away. Can one truly get a second chance?