Most wonderful man on the planet? A part of him wanted to laugh at such a question but another wanted to almost cry over it all. Why was he so weak? Why was he so pathetic? She loved him. She told him that every day yet every day he feared she would find out how tiresome it was putting up with him, him and his fears, his insecurities, his jealousy.
He smiles, shakily, before pulling her against him and wraps his arms around her tightly. Not too tight. Tight enough.
“I love you so much. I just wa-want to be so strong for you. To-to be worthy of you.”
She would have wrapped her own arms around him but they were wedged between the two of them. Instead she laid her head upon his shoulder, closing her eyes. “I always told myself the same thing. I just want to be worthy of you. But didn’t I already tell you that I consider you to be so strong and brave? Every day you are. Even when you’re down you manage to get through things and move forward. You’re a much better person than I am.”
How she spoke with such conviction. She wouldn’t ever tire of him, never tire of encouraging him or telling him truths about himself.
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?”
Jack Maple 