The latest in the five sense department does not disappoint.
This was touching:
Walking down the aisle toward a man who said a thousand words that came cheaply and had little value...all I could hear was everything Clark had ever said to me.
I love her reflections upon when she'd thought Clark was dead.
And, ironically, all I could hear--at my apartment, at the Daily Planet, in the streets, facing death at the hands of an outdated mobster--all I could hear were all the things he had been telling me and all the times I had purposely refused to listen.
How beautiful that Lois realizes that Clark loves her by his actions.
Even though he hadn't said it again since I had rejected him, I heard it clear as day, those three words that he couldn't hide, that he never tried to take back, that he never denied.
It's so sweet that Lois realizes why Clark took so long to share his secret with her.
I recognized the fact that this secret had swallowed up his entire life, that it sat over every one of his days like a shadow, that it factored into every decision he made, every move he took...every word he uttered. That it blanketed the things he wanted to say, muted the secrets he wanted to tell, drowned out the confidences he wanted to share.
