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 It's February 12th, and I'm Liz Parker. Lately I've been thinking a lot about love, just not romantic love,
but love of a parent and a child, of a best friend and maybe, of a potential romantic partner. Ever since Max Evans brought me back, and I've had a second chance to live my life; it's made me appreciate all the little things I didn't before.
Take Maria for example...the last person you would ever think she would look twice at is Michael Guerin. Not that she had anything against him; he just wasn't her type...though I never really was able to figure out exactly what her type is. But once she calmed down after learning about his "Czechoslovakian" status, she seemed to...I don't know...gravitate towards him. Even though she said he scared her. She was the first one to make "direct contact." And from what I saw on the way to Atherton's, I don't think she minded. That struck me as something funny, because I sort of figured, no I hoped, that Max and I would have been the first. Michael and Maria are like magnets, if you turn them one way they attract each other, not wanting to separate. But turn them the other way and they won't even come close, pushing each other away. I think being raised by Hank has a lot to do with the way he treats her. Where as Max's parents raised him knowing how to express himself. Which he does quite well, I might add...
"Pssst, Liz are you there?"
Liz puts down her journal; she stands up and walks across the balcony to peek down at Max. "Hi Max, do you want to come up?"
"Well, I was just passing by and felt the need to get some exercise by climbing up the first inviting wall I found."
"Who am I to stop you from getting your exercise?" She grins down at him. While she waits for him to come up, she remembers that the journal is lying open. Quickly, she closes it, just as Max reaches the top.
"One of these days I'm going to catch you with that book open..." Max starts to walk over to her.
"But, being the gentleman you are, you wouldn't read it."
"How do you know me so well?" He takes her hand and pulls her into a gentle kiss.
"Um...I don't know, something about seeing into each others souls might be a good place to start." Liz gently pulls back, not really wanting to stop the kiss.
"So what are you writing about tonight? Anything interesting?" He starts to nibble on her neck.
"I've just been doing a lot of thinking about love lately, you know, with Valentine's Day coming up so soon."
"It is...does that mean I'm supposed to do something?" He looks at her grinning, and then makes a move to start kissing her again.
"Well, if you want to continue doing things like th...oh Max..."
From down the hall, Liz's father starts calling. Liz looks at Max; he steals one more quick kiss and is gone over the wall.
"Liz, did I hear you talking to someone..." Geoff Parker sticks his head out of Liz's bedroom window.
"Ah, no Dad, I was listening to the radio. That's probably what you heard." She quickly turns her back to pick up the journal so he doesn't see the blush on her face, the last remnants of Max's visit.
"Well, it is getting late, and you do have the morning shift. I think it's time you went to bed."
"Okay Dad, I'll be right in, I need to pick up a few things out here first."
"Well, make it fast." As he turns to leave, he looks at Liz, "Good night, see you in the morning."
"Yea, 'night Dad."
Once her father leaves the room, Liz rushes over to the edge of the balcony, looks down, and much to her delight, Max is still standing down below. Before she knows it, he is up the wall and is face to face with her.
"Good night, Liz” He leans in to finish the kiss from before. Reluctantly, she pulls away. "Night, Max." She sighs and before he can leave, she takes his face in her hands and returns the kiss. With that, he sighs and is gone.
Liz picks up the journal, and climbs back into her room. After shutting the window, she sits down on the bed. Picking up her pen she makes one more entry.
And then there is the love of a father...one that always wants you to be his little girl. If he only knew what happened that day, how I died, and Max brought me back, would he ever let me out of his sight again? Would he be able to realize that I have lived more in the past few months than most people live in a lifetime? I love my parents with all my heart, but right now, all the love in the world could not protect them from the truth...so, because I love them so much, I will have to keep them safe from the truth...
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