Superman and I both have something in common.
We both have a weakness. His is kryptonite. Mine is a broken heart.
But here is the difference.
Superman can't do much if you toss that stuff in front of him.
Now, I have been knocked down, beaten, by a broken heart. Dazed, I have gotten up. And become stronger. Stronger because I know I have to be for someone else. My one weakness becomes my greatest strength
I'll be staggered by the pieces I see on the ground, but I will not succumb. I have too much to give to allow that to happen. Am I stubborn, persistent, hard-headed?
Because I still believe in the nourishment I have for a woman's soul. That has never changed, nor wavered. And it won't.