When I was young, I was never the type that was into boys. Yes, I had many guy friends, but never a boyfriend. I even remember the looks on the faces of those girls back in early high school whenever the guys always approached me to talk. Most of the time, it is about videogames. What can I say? It's not because I choose to flirt. God, I don't even HAVE the guts to flirt because I always thought of myself as "not good enough". I was a low-profiler. Still am actually. It was for the most innocent reason of growing up without a sister. So the person I found myself growing up with and being influenced by was my older brother.
My mother would ask me, when I had grown a chest and lost my baby fats (hehehe), about boys. I can only tell her of my friends, and the ocassional couple of suitors who I thought were crazy enough to even like me. But never of any serious relationships. I never saw it as a necessity when I was growing. My friends were into guys, the typical crushes, admiration of boybands (we all had our versions), but it always made me wonder...What WILL it be like when that time ever does come for me...although it unlikely will?
I love stories. I never saw having a relationship as a necessity because I was raised by old fashioned parents. But ironically, I used to read a lot of love stories. I guess I was contented with the sense of wonder. I always wondered...
"Heck...Mary Jane keeps pushing Peter Parker away not knowing he is Spider Man."
"Lois Lane never freaking recognizes Clark Kent as Superman with his thick black-rimmed glasses on."
"The Silver Surfer can't be with the one he loves because he needs to keep serving in order to spare her."
"Rogue can't kiss her freaking boyfriend because she'll suck the life out of him if she ever does."
"Cyclops can't look at Jean Grey without his head gear because he'll melt her to death if he takes it off."
"Bruce Banner can't keep himself from turning into a green monster without Betty Ross keeping him sane."
Lo and behold, one unlikely person decides to cross paths with mine and decided to change my life, my perception of myself and gain appreciation for people like him. It has been a year yet I have never seen his face with my own eyes. However, he continues to change my days the best way I could have ever imagined anyone could.
But sometimes I wish I was like Mary Jane...for the simple reason that she gets to hang out with Peter Parker and needs not to worry of the increasing number of people doubting if he is real. Because everyone knows he is. Not only is Peter Parker a friend during the day and a guardian at night. She gets to lie down beside him and give her undivided time to listen to his stories, of how simple yet adventurous his life has become, not only in pursuit of her but with how his life has changed since then.
Sometimes I wish I was like Lois Lane...for the simple reason that she can see his awkwardness and still appreciate him for it when he is not in his super hero form. Because she gets to spend time with him at work and have someone to continually watch over her. He flies to her aid when she is in need. Forever a friend, a protector and a lover. Sometimes I wish I was her, because she sees the sense of tenderness in his eyes when he looks into hers...
But most of the time, I wish I was like Betty Ross...not only for the simple reason that she gets to work and be with Bruce almost every day of her life, but she is there...to remind him that she finds him beautiful no matter how frightening he can get when he transforms. She is not afraid to be near him, no matter what the form, she has the freedom to run the back of her hand on his cheek....to watch him fall asleep and be there when he is in pain.
She is there to remind him that the world's perception of his physicality does not matter, because he knows that she knows who he really is inside. She is there to level his fears, to help with his frustrations, to be there when he needs her.
He is my truest friend...my guardian angel...my fictionally true SpiderMan...my unseen SuperMan...my Invisible Hulk
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