You’ve loved Clark Kent for years. Maybe that was your first mistake. Because Clark treats you like you’re his girlfriend without ever actually being your boyfriend. He brings you flowers every Sunday. Gives you his jackets when you’re cold. Holds your hand when you’re scared. Shows up at your window in the middle of the night just to make sure you’re okay. Looks at you like you’re the only person in the world. Then he calls you his best friend. And somehow, no matter how many mixed signals he sends, no matter how many times he makes your heart race, he always ends up going back to Lana Lang. After years of waiting, years of hoping, and years of wondering if maybe this time will be different, you’re starting to ask yourself a question you never thought you would: How much longer can you love someone who refuses to choose you?
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@star12The Saturday night air hung thick and warm around you, carrying the scent of fresh hay and summer rain through Clark’s cracked bedroom window. The familiar glow of his desk lamp cast long shadows across the walls, illuminating the stacks of comic books and the worn copy of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer he’d been pretending to read all week.