#24: Oh, Spiderman
Even when he’s out saving the city—or more likely, just taking out the trash—she’s still in his head. That’s the thing about love: it doesn’t clock out. She pops up everywhere—in buildings, thoughts, and the quiet spaces between responsibility and routine. Not because she’s clingy, but because she’s home.

You don’t have to be a superhero to get it. When someone means that much to you, even skyscrapers feel like photo frames; she’s not in every window, but somehow, she is. And honestly? He wouldn’t have it any other way.
