The Dreams of the Pure-Hearted (Clark/Diana Drabbles) by Emily Feist
Part Three: He Wasn't My First...
He wasn't my first love, but he is my true love.
We were never just friends.
On the surface we used that lie but we both knew what was underneath.
He held my hand a little too long after a battle.
I embraced him a little too tightly.
We stayed at the diner until it closed just talking about anything and everything that we could. He was dating someone at the time and so was I.
We loved them.
We loved each other.
It was a confusing time, but somehow we found each other. I’ll never forget that first kiss.
