And there you are holding her hand, and I'm lost trying to understand.
*****
The last person that I had ever expected to walk into my life and steal my heart was Clark. He had always just been the shy, clumsy boy that lived across the field. But things changed this year. Our relationship changed, actually a relationship formed. It all started that night in the cemetery. Little did I know that that night would change my the my seemingly simple world.
He just walked into my life. Actually crept into it slowly and unexpectingly.
Talking to him always made me feel better and whenever I needed someone to talk to or just to sit with, there he was. Always making me feel special and loved is what's great about him. He manages to bring out the best in everyone he meets, including the infamous Lex Luthor.
As our friendship was gradually growing, feelings that I should only be feeling for Whitney, were now being formed for Clark. But who can blame me? That great smile, the soothing voice, those deep innocent eyes, and that heart, he had the power to drive any girl mad. But living in our shallow society, he was given little chance to shine, so he was never the popular jock, instead he was an average guy with a small circle of friends.
As he entered my world and led me into his, I questioned many things about myself and my life. He showed me how to be myself and he loved me for myself. Not the cheerleader or the homecoming queen, but the real Lana Lang, the normal girl with problems and an actual mind. He loved me for me, imperfections and all.
So many times I was presented with clear chanced with Clark. Our not date. My birthday. The time when we almost kissed on the porch before Nell had interrupted. Watching the sunset in his loft. Those chances had passed and so has his love.
Standing here, I watch him, looking into Chloe's eyes. I lower my head in regret. I lost my chance with the greatest guy in the world. At least that's how it seems now, while I watch him holding her hand, while I am lost trying to understand.