I went to college and graduated without talking to Lucas.
He tried desperately to contact me, but I never answered.
I met a guy.
His name was Ethan Carter.
I fell in love with him.
He was in the military.
We had twins, Max and Mandy Carter.
Life was perfect until Ethan was killed-in-action a year ago.
The twins were four.
Can you imagine a twenty-seven year old dealing with her husband's death and two children.
My father had the idea for me and the twins to move back.
I agreed.
I moved into a nice three bedroom home.
There was a knock at my door.
I opened and there...
"Hello, I am your new neighbor-"
"Lucas?" I questioned.
"Sam?" He retorted.
I wrapped my arms around the tall figure.
"I've missed you." He smiled after we released.
"mama?" Two little voices interrupted our contemplating.
"Hey babies." I smiled and picked Max up as Mandy cradled my leg.
"These yours?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Where is the-" He stopped.
"He died..." I whispered, closing Max's ears.
He looked at me with such sadness.
"I am sorry.." He whispered back.
I shook my head.
"Come in! We have a lot of catching up to do." I said.
I then let him I, shut the door, and picked up Mandy.
I looked at the blue eyed, shaggy brown haired kids and thought, "Maybe life isn't so bad."
The End.
