"Wow, Miss Lana Lang (Luther just turns over my stomach) look at you all grown up."
It was like seeing a friendly face in a sea of enemies that shine with misdeeds rather then unfaltering love.
The years seemed more like centuries as his full arms wrap around me like a tower (more then even Clark) that would never let me get hurt again.
We linger wrapped up in each other as eyes watch him detach himself from me (with no help from me, I just hold on even tighter) and greet even more friends that miss him with a fire but I know it's nothing like the one hat's burning inside me.
"Pete, I missed you too."