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If My Wife Super Hero

Well this is not a poem, its only the imagination of my own.
At the first time she got the super ability, I bet she can't rest well, wondering around and keep talking and share anything she think interesting and new to me. The one and the only one that she trust. And I should ofc listen up and do as best as I could give assistance and advice with my limitation as human with defect brain lol.

Then after she struggling with this new capabilities, I am sure she will start to understand the positive and negative of it. And I bet she wont test it to another person that she can't trust, right? And surely in my imagination, I think the one that will accept this effect is me. Because Im the only one she can trust and ofc its an honor for me, to support my wife while she is in the process to master her abilities.

I imagine by the time she start to master it, she will start to help the world with anyway she can. When I am just about to share my thinking, she should share the concentration listen to those ppl who need help. I am okay anyway, since I always slept with her and go anywhere either. Sometime she need to fly in hurry too but well, its her obligation as super hero to help ppl all over the world right? Who am I anyway to be a burden and became the obstacle for her to develop.

When she is back, with many dramatic story, sometime sad and sometime funny, we can laugh about it together.. but, I can imagine that I can't share my story in bad or anything when she is in her mood. No man on earth I think will want to stop the joy from woman they loves. I can wait.. later.. in another time... Beside, she needs to recharge her power to ready anytime helping the world, right?

So, I can imagine that I am starting to write.. make some posts on a blog or something, with hope maybe in her spare time helping ppl and fighting the evil, she can understand me, she can reach the inside of me... How sometime she kept something by her own because well, she don't wont her problem became my burden, or started feeling guilty because sometime she uses me as her way out to release the burden inside. Which is, for me, if I do have that kind of wife that I love her so much, I dont mind at all to be anything! I don't mind at all to help my super hero wife to help the world and be part of it!

Well anyway... its only my imagination, if my wife is a super hero.... but after i am thinking of it... I think she is... and I am proud of her and still love her just the way it is. And me as the husband, will do anything I can to be part of it helping the world of course muahahahahah

ah well.. hope someday she could take me to fly and never tired to show me the world in her eyes to me.. Because when the world has her, I only have her, one from all over the world... Wind is not counted ofc, a butt head like it dont deserve to be counted hahahaahah

V'z whfg ab bar...

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