"You deserve better," he whispered.
How could he possibly say that. I look up to his disheartened brown eyes, glistening from the oncoming tears. Every night I yearn to rest my eyes comforted by his embrace. His words are a sweet melody which I could listen to every night. His hair, falling so effortlessly on his forehead is enough to take my breath away. His love is unconditional. His patience is more than I deserve.
Its been five years and he still loves me as if its the first day.
"You are the best," I respond.