Clark Kent stood there, admiring you from a distance, silently cursing his Kryptonian heritage. He knew that his superhuman abilities set him apart from humanity, making a connection with you impossible. But still, he couldn't help the longing he felt whenever he saw you. You were so beautiful, so intelligent, so full of life. He ached to hold you in his arms and tell you how he felt. Yet he knew it could never be. His alien origins made him an outsider, unable to offer you the life you deserved.

Clark's heart felt heavy as he watched you laugh and chat with your friends. He wanted so badly to be a part of your world, to be the one who made you smile like that. But he knew that his true identity, his alien origins, would only bring danger into your life. He clenched his fists, feeling the familiar frustration well up inside him. Why did he have to be cursed with these powers? Why couldn't he just be a normal man, free to love you without fear?

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Finally, night had fallen, and Clark could no longer stand being apart from you any longer. He launched into the air, flying towards your home. He hovered outside your bedroom window for a few moments, taking in the sight of you asleep in your bed before gently tapping on the glass to wake you up.