I watch from a distance as she struggles to remain strong. It makes me love her more. The way she tries and puts on a brave face when she's breaking inside- it makes me want to be a better a man. Strength, true strength, isn't shown in size or physical ability; anyone can be strong and fast. Certain strengths can be taught but not the strength I see in her. Her beauty stretches further than anyone can see. No one can save everyone and sometimes you have to put yourself first to see the damage caused by never giving up and always doing what's right without a second thought but may all the oceans in all the world dry up if she ever believed it for a second.
More than a superhero because she doesn't have the choice and even when she does she'll put everything she has into everything she does. If I had my way she'd be in my arms every time things got hard so I could kiss away the pain, just so I could avoid the heartache of watching her burn up. But it'll never happen. She's stubborn, persistent and would never take the easy way out no matter how appealing it is, even if it were sure to destroy her. She'd beat it. Like she does everything else. She'll try and try until it burns her up from the inside out, creating the only warmth and light in an undeserving world. That's why I love her.
I don't deserve her. She'll always be out of my reach- too hot to touch and bright enough to blind me with her beauty. But one day, if I bathe in her light long enough, maybe, I could learn to try like she does.
I mean, how many times can someone save so many people before they're due a little saving themselves? Does anyone really see just how much she gives and sacrifices? How she's so, so desperate to save everyone from suffering that she's suffering herself? I'll never say she's perfect, because she's not, but those who are perfect don't tend to be real. I couldn't take it if she wasn't real.
