Lois knew she wasn't alone. No matter how worthless or aggravated she felt, she knew there was literally a Superman waiting for her with open arms. And that's why she loved him. Clark was there, weather he was in Spandex tights or a business suit and wire rim glasses. Sure, he was powerful but he was also so weak, so depleted without her. They were a team. Superman could pulverize as many people as he wanted, but without his rapid fire reporter it didn't seem to matter. How could he save the world when he couldn't save himself? He would wrap his muscly arms around Lois and it was all alright.
