October 14, 2012

My dearest,

Hey. Leap over tall buildings with a single bound. Chase after bullets. Then stop them with your bare chest. Save lives. Rescue oceans. Continents. Be a superman.

But how about this for a change? Let’s stay in, cuddle up next to each other and debate whose turn it is to wash the dishes instead.

(It really ought to be your turn. Honestly.)

Yours, ever and always.