The comic books were wrong. Heroes aren’t always costumed crime fighters, and they don’t always have super powers. They aren’t always superhuman, and they don’t always fight off villains.
Heroes, as cliché as it sounds, are around us.
They are in mothers who give everything they can to their children. They are in fathers who work hard, day in and day out to provide for their families. They are on the streets, in the eyes of the people who seek justice in this world. They are on our screens, seen in the field reporters who risk their lives just so they could deliver the dangers of the world as we stay in the safety of our own homes. Heroes are in regular people who strive to be extraordinary because if there’s one thing the comic books got right, it would have to be the thought that heroes make the world a better place.
And that’s what he is to me. A hero.
He made my world a better place. He came unexpected, like a thief in a cold december night. He changed me without meaning to, and he saved me without knowing it.
You see, my world had always been the home of darkness. My mind was always filled with dangerous thoughts and harmful ideas. Outside, I may seem carefree and happy, but my looks are designed to deceive. I wanted to look alive even if death was slowly gnawing on my insides.
I hated myself with a passion, and I was on the mercy of my own blades.
Then he came…
He came and he saw beyond my pretense. He killed the villains living within me. He was beyond ethereal. He was my redemption. He gave me his light as he helped me find my own. My demons were suddenly gone, and it was pure metanoia. He was pure metanoia. I was transformed by his impact, and he didn’t even know it. He put the clouds beneath my feet, and he made me realise that my deception was not merely an act; It was who I was meant to be. With him, happiness became my reality, and for that, I will forever be in debt.
He remains relentless in his rescue, but I know he can’t stay forever. Soon, he would have to fly away. He has his own world, but I hope he knows that for a second, he became mine. He became my world for a brief moment because he gave me what I was about to lose. He gave me life. He became my strength in my moment of weakness. He became my everything when I had none. He became my light when all I knew was dark. He made me hold on when I was convinced to let go.
Even if he takes his graceful exit, away from me and into the world, he will always stay within. He is immortalised in my newfound light, and he is felt in the fire of my toughened spirit that burns brighter than a million suns combined. I won’t fall into darkness anymore, and he will never fall into oblivion. I will always be here to tell the tale of the sanguine hero I have come to know and love. His greatness will never be ignored or forgotten because I will always be here. I will always be here to remind him of how amazing he is whenever he feels neglected. I will always be here to heal his wounds from the evils of this world. I will always be here, ready to defend him against this harsh and betraying world.
Even if the entire universe turns its back on him, I won’t.
Because he never turned his back to me.
Even if they all give up on him, I won’t.
Because he never gave up on me.
I will always be here, waiting for his return, ready to be his hero the moment he finds his kryptonite.
Because he always was my hero, and he will always be my hero.
Now, I’m ready to be his.