Sorry, so late.
I like Lois's comparison between her feelings for Clark and her feelings for Superman. Despite annoying Lois, Clark still earns her respect. And eventually, she melds these two mindsets into one as she realizes he's only one multifaceted man.
He chose to help, though he knows nothing of New Krypton. He chose to honor the sacrifice his parents made by sending their precious infant son out into the cold universe in a desperate attempt to save his life. He chose to try to repay the grateful debt he feels to the planet which birthed him.
I don't think anyone else could have made that choice. I don't think anyone else could be selfless enough to give up their happily ever after in favor of an unknown, joyless future. But Clark did. I have to applaud him for that, even while my heart breaks and bleeds, even while my tears drown me and my sobbing suffocates me. I have to respect him for his decision. Honestly, I doubted that his choice would be anything but what it was. It's just not him, not Clark, to turn his back on anyone's suffering. It's not in his nature to withhold help if it within his power to give it.
Truly why Clark is like no other.
I really loved that whole last part.
It's the clone!
Just kidding.
And with that love blossoming within me, Clark reshaped the person I was into the person I am now. I'm still the hardnosed reporter, and I still pride myself on doing whatever is necessary to get the story or break the case. But in private, I'm a new woman. I'm not afraid to show him my sensitive side. I never feel shame when my tears flow before him and he wipes them away with a tender finger and a light kiss, whereas before I would have rather died than have anyone see me in a moment of weakness. With Clark, I can be as silly, as weird, as relaxed as I want to be. He doesn't judge me, but instead usually joins right on in with my antics. I don't have to pretend with him, because he makes me want to be my real self when I'm with him.
It's spilled over into my public life too, I think. Friendships never used to come easy, but now I find myself much more willing to allow others into my life, even if only in limited ways. I'm not as closed off as I once was. And my preexisting relationships are even deeper and richer than they ever could have hoped to be, before Clark came and altered my heart.
Because of Clark, I've begun the slow and difficult task of repairing my once barely existent relationship with my father. I've learned forgiveness, to a certain extent, though I'm not sure I'll ever fully be able to forget all the years of heartache he once caused, and the feelings of inadequacy that I used to harbor. And as for my relationship with my mom, while I wouldn't call it the perfect mother-daughter bond, it is much healthier than it used to be. Even my relationship with Lucy has changed for the better. And although I've always had a solid friendship with Jimmy and Perry, it's different now. Deeper. Easier. More casual and less formally professional.
A good description of how love can change a person for the good (the better?)
