She's my wonder woman, and I'm her superman, without the powers but of course while she still has hers intact. (yeah it's pretty unfair)
But powerless or not she's here with me, the boy that loved her long before she saw me as someone or something and the moment she first did was the happiest moment in my entire life because I became seen and heard rather then invisible without a voice.
(and now she can't get me shut up)
And now it's not at the tip of tongue but already out of my lips, that are going to wear away long before my heart because of too much use, and instead of talking like a normal person (which I never be in this life or the next) I'm screaming at her in the middle of a gas station.
"MARRY ME!"
(yeah that's going to win her over.)
"Yes, did I just say yes? I guess I did, so yes. And Cohan?"
(yes? YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!)
"Yeah?"
"Never. Scream. At. Me. Again. Okay?"
"Y-yes."
And for the rest of my life (that hopes to be long, longer then any normal human, which I am not.) she will be my 'little' wife that has rage blackouts every now and then and do I care?
Not in the least because my soon to be wife/lover is the coolest/awesomest person in the freaking world. And guess who has her?
Me, and that is something right there.