exceptional.

"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.