I thought about this the other night and thought you guys might like to see a little something from Clark's point of view. This takes place after Jena leaves the Daily Planet (the first time)
Clark opened the door that led to the roof of the Daily Planet. He sauntered over to the edge of the building and sat down. He wasn't worried about anyone disturbing him; no one came up here except himself... and Lois.
Lois. Unbeknownst to the people of Metropolis, Superman and Lois had had a mutual separation. Separation? They hadn't even been together. It was more of a "You're in trouble? I'll save you," type of relationship. Sure, he had had feelings for her. Heck, he used to think he loved her, but he soon realized that if Lois was ever to fall in love with anyone it would be Superman, not Clark Kent. And that was the person who had wanted her love the most.
He had gotten tired of the constant brush offs when he talked to her at work and then later in the day, when he had saved her from some unknown peril, she would hang on him as if he were the whole world. He wasn't Superman. Sure he put on his clothes and protected his identity, but Superman and Clark Kent were very different people. His mother had told him, when he'd decided that this was what he was going to become, that he'd need to choose whom he was. He'd need to decide who the alter ego was.
Clark looked down to the street below, at all the people walking even at this time of night. Thinking of Lois brought back memories he didn't want to remember. Truth is he hadn't really thought of her until Jena had brought her up.
Jena. Clark smiled as he thought of her. Her brunette hair escaping from the high ponytail she always put it in, those coffee eyes staring up at him. He'd been afraid that it would end up like the Lois situation since he had saved her life, but she never brought Superman up. When he had held her that night, while she was crying, his feelings during that moment were indescribable. He'd realized then that whatever he had felt for Lois was nothing compared to what he felt for Jena. And he hadn't even known her name at the time.
When he gotten to work the next day he had made sure that the Chief had given him the story. When he'd heard her voice on the phone, he knew he was a goner. Clark still couldn't believe he had worked up the nerve to ask her out on a date. He was sure he'd been about to make a fool of himself.
After he pushed her to the elevator to make sure she wouldn't rethink her choice, he had come up here where he was now being plagued by memories. Clark looked up at the stars, thinking about how less lonely he'd become since meeting Jena, and smiled once again. He stopped and listened as he heard a cry for help, then changed and flew off.
To do his job.
Superman was what he did, Clark Kent was who he was.
And Jena was going to be the line that separated them. She was going to be the one thing Superman didn't have.