Like Letters Written in the Sand, Part Thirty Four

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Anna-leis often found herself getting lost in Clarence’s eyes the way he got lost in here. His eyes spoke of love and compassion, of understanding, sympathy and empathy. But most of all in his eyes, she saw love and hope.

It was those eyes, she looked into when the doctors had told her, that had amputated both of her legs above the knee. And somehow those eyes had assured her it would be okay, along with the proposal by her hospital bed, the most awkward and perfect timed proposal. It wasn’t something out of pity, she didn’t see pity in his eyes, pain yes, but not pity.

Anna-leis had never really thought about how eyes spoke, until she had learned to see Clarence’s eyes, to understand what they were saying, sometimes his eyes, or a certain expression spoke louder than words.

When Anna-leis talked about the pain her parents had caused her as a child, the scars that cut far deeper than anything physical could, she could see a flash of anger in his eyes, something she only saw then or when he was reporting on a story when someone hurt a child. Thank God he had a good childhood, a Mother and Father who loved him, who loved her, and the girls. The family she had always dreamt about, there…