Marvel(Love)

I stepped into the comic store.
Everyday, at 6.09pm.
When the sun set.

Without fail, I will see him.
Gorgeous. Androgynous. Young.
There's something about him that give me the deja vu.

I picked a random comic and stand in front of him,
Acting.
Hoping that he will notice me.

"Spiderman. I like Spiderman.
Hi, my name is Peter.
Will you be my Mary Jane?"

I nodded as my heart is about to burst,
We held hands,
Walking out of the ______

How marvelous. Is this love?