My Superman

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I stand near you, as I breathe you in, I have no idea where we’ll go, who we will be one day, but I know one thing, no matter what anyone could ever say to you, I love you, ignore what else I have to say, because for some reason, people have reasons to not like me, maybe it’s the fact, I picked you over certain people, because for once, I rather pick someone who didn’t pick me first. Or at least that’s what I tell myself, all the time. I look into your eyes, and see forever. Is that insane, crazy, stupid? That I see that being with you is the only time I’m ever happy.

You take my hands, and I look at you. “I love you.” I nod, not knowing what to say, because you were, everything I could ever dream of, I couldn’t help it. You felt my heart, you changed it, made me feel different from everyone else, do I deserve it..?

I have no idea, honestly, I mean, you seem to act like I do, you’re not perfect, I know that, but when I look at you. It instantly changes, I’m completely happy, and you’re all I can see. You pull me into your arms, and I hold onto your scent, wanting it to linger, and hoping you’ll stay here forever, “Please…. don’t leave me, ever.” He whispers slowly, “How could I, you’re all I ever wanted, all I could hope for,” I listen to you, then start to zone out, remembering one of my favorite parts about you. When you know exactly what to say, and how to say it.

Months ago, I wasn’t eating that much, because I couldn’t do anything with it. I felt sick, hopeless, luckless, even though you were by my side, I couldn’t help it, no matter what it was my state of mind, and it was the way I acted. I told you I wasn’t eating much, and you said something that I never would imagine coming from you.

“Please, eat for me.”

From that moment on, you were my superman, because you were the one to save me from myself. 

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