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Lois was his sun. She lit up his life, illuminated all the possibilities he couldn’t see on his own. She gave him strength when he was weak.
She was the center of his universe, his due north. He revolved around her, soaking in her warmth.
He was super, had powers that made the strongest men on Earth look small beside him. But he was also man— raised by the best humanity had to offer, insecure and lonely. He may not have bruised or bled, but he felt pain. Cried tears.
He was human and not, but she made him Superman.