For Lana Lang
*when Lana wakes the next morning, she finds this:
*laying upon her nightstand and this:
and this:
*get delivered early on*
My dearest, darling Lana. How I wish I could hold you and kiss away your tears and listen to your tales of tragedy. How I long to meet with you and shower you with divine gifts that suit your beauty.
Let me love you the way you deserve to be loved! Let me hold you the way you deserve to be held! Let me into your heart, dear Lana, for I shall never leave you!
*doesn't care who knows his true and pure love*