S is for Superman

For as long as I could remember I have always been in love with superheros, from a young age my father taught me that superheros were real and all I had to do is believe. I read comics after comics, watched movie after movie, and of course tv show after tv show.

Believing that one day my batman would come and save me. We would have our happy ending like a princess and her knight for he was Th Dark Knight.

However once my father passed away, I stopped believing in superheros and started seeing the word for what it truly was, no superheros and princess. My dream world had been destroyed and smashed by the real world and truthfully I couldn't handle it.

Robert Frost said it best that the world will either end in fire or ice, despair or hate. I never really thought of it growing up believing that there was a superhero who would save me, that would totally fix me, but now more then ever I believed the world would end in hate.

Hate that my hero, my father, my everything was gone. Hate that my mother disowned me after what happen to me. Hate that my teen years were spent not hanging with friends and chasing after boys, but in a place few too many people never come back from. Hate that my hopes and dreams were crushed.

Until...until I met him. He wasn't the dark night, the batman, the cape crusade I had been hoping and wishing would save me. No he was none of that he was the opposite he was the day, the light. My hero hadn't been the superhero I had wanted and dreamed of he was the man of steel, the symbol of hope I needed. He was the light not the dark I need.

He was Superman..and I had been waiting for him...

Book 1 of 3 in the Superhero Series