Compared to you, he thinks he’s mediocre.

You’re everything he’s ever wanted; strong, smart, so very kind. As great as he is, to him, he sees you as something so precious. If he’s an unpolished gem, you’d be the most exquisite diamond he’s ever laid his eyes upon.

He’s so in awe of you, sometimes he wonders why you bother to put up with him. He knows he needs to be nicer to those “beneath” him, he knows he can be rude and he knows that his ego can get the best of him at times.

As he tucks your stray strands away from your forehead, he sighs to himself softly, reflecting.

He was letting himself be vulnerable for once.