There’s something a little surreal about watching a superhero movie when you’re sitting next to your own. Myron — my real-life Superman. No cape, no laser eyes, just quiet strength, fierce love, and that smile that makes everything feel okay.
We saw Superman together today, and while the action was brilliant and the visuals were stunning, it was the love story that got me. Clark and Lois. The way he just tells her he loves her — not with fireworks, not in a grand gesture — just… simply. Truthfully. Softly. And I looked at Myron and smiled, because I didn’t need the words. I just felt it.
He held my hand. I leaned into him. And we both just existed in this little bubble, part of the audience but also very much in our own moment.
Lois took until the end of the film to say it back — typical! But when she did, it hit in that way only love can. Quiet, powerful, earned. I get it now. I get why these stories stick with us.
Because sometimes, you really do find someone who makes the world feel safer just by being in it.
And today, I watched Superman — with mine. 🩷💙❤️
Actually Asten 
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