Hurry Up Superman

He had to be the most god-like creature I had ever laid eyes on. His hair was that perfect tousled blonde and I was completely certain you could have cut diamonds on his jaw line. The sharp angels of his face brought even more attention to his radiant blue eyes and those perfectly straight pearly whites. As if he needed more attention. When he walked, it was graceful, yet gave off the sense that he was invincible. Power and confidence surged off of him and it only made him more attractive. I'm certain that he could be the biggest heartbreaker the world had ever seen, but he wouldn’t do that. Why? Because he was effortlessly in love. With me. Who was this debonair beau of mine? Aaron Michael Kent, the one, the only, son of Superman.