His hands press to her back and she feels him shudder; trying hard not to cry because grown men don’t freaking cry like this. Jack shuts his eyes tightly, and shakes his head faintly.
“We’re both g-good people.” he says quietly. “You’re just. You’re just what I’ve been waiting for but I get so scared t-that you’ll find someone better. You deserve the b-best and I’m afraid mine isn’t good enough but I have to stop thinking like that.” Jack pulls back, and looks down at her. “B-because. I am right. F-for you. Aren’t I?”
Her hands free, she moves them gently up his arms, gently up his neck and to caress the skin at the back of his head. “The very best,” she tells him, looking at him squarely in the eyes. “No one could be better. No one…I think I’d…become lost within my own mind if you stopped existing…And all I’d do is dream of you forever..”
A part of her pained in admitting such a weakness but she knew it was true. She knew it so deep within her heart. “No matter who may try to take me away…I’ll always come back to you. Believe that.”
Jack smiles shakily, before he pulls himself to her and kisses her lips softly, delicately, but so full of love and understanding it burns their lips. He sighs into it, his eyes half open, before he draws back. His breath is quiet, hushed, honest.
“I believe you. And know I will always come back to you, as well.”
Jack Maple 