Entry one
Dear Diary,
Damn i have not written something in here forever , but i think its time to do it now...
We are happy atleast he thinks so , but i ... i know better.
He is drifting away from me.
All those times he comes home late at night and no the reason of this is not because he is saving people but something else completely.
Its her...Lois Lane
My Dream began when they had a fight.
Mean words were spoken , tears shed and things (mainly vases) were thrown against the wall
In the end she left and he came to me for comfort.
I know it was wrong of me to take advantage of his state
but what would you do?
I loved him for years since i visited the Kents with my adoptive aunt. He was handsome really handsome but that was just a bounus for me since the best part of him was is personality.
Funny , shy and manners like a true gentleman how can a woman resist that?
When my aunt and me had to go back to the big city my heart nearly broke but he promised me, we would see each other again and so that spark of hope lit me the way and i began studying .
Psychology , it was always easy for me to read people.
At some point when i started to actually train my "power" i could know what a person was feeling by only looking them into the eyes.
My professors were in awe at my writings and soon i was invited to the Daily Planet to discribe my life as a small psychic wonder.
And so i meet my light again.