I don't know what it is about him, what is it about him that I love, that warms my heart. Maybe it's the way he smiles, how he's almost always happy, the way his eyes light up when he laughs. Maybe it's the way he can turn a serious fight into something else, the way he can defend himself and still crack a joke. I didn't know how this work, both of us being heroes, even when I get hurt all the time, maybe it's the way he always stays by my side when I'm on the brink of death. Even after all these years he's still amazingly able to shock me. That, small bolt of electricity. His way of a pinch.
Maybe it's the way he can connect with the kids at the community center, the way he helps out at the church. Maybe it's the way he picks on his sister, but will still care when she's in trouble. Maybe it's the way he cooks, so bad its funny, or the way he sings, so bad at rapping. Maybe it's the way he dresses or does his hair. Maybe it's the way he helps train the students, or the way he dances.
I don't know what it is, what do I love about him, is it that he's African American, or that he's mine. That's, that why I love him, because he's mine, and everything else. And because he's one of the few people who know what I go through. And because I know that he loves me with all his heart, powers and all.