Beautiful. That's all I could think of when looking at him.

Jack, with such confidence and intelligence, he keeps the team safe and in check. He lives as he pleases, his blue eyes glittering when something new comes along. I would kill for him to look at me like that.

Even in his sleep, he is just as graceful. When we fall asleep, he drapes his arm over me, as if I would even think of leaving. It's a wonder why he would even keep me here.

Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night, and instead of going back to sleep, I watch Jack. His features are so at rest when he is asleep. Even now, his arm is over my waist, the other under my head, and I can't help but wonder what he might be dreaming about. Some other world he's seen, another wonderful person like him that I'll never meet.

I wonder how long this will last. Not forever, of course, I have to be practical. I hope it last long enough, maybe I'll become one of his special memories. Maybe, hopefully, I won't be forgotten in 100 years' time. But, of course, that's just wishful thinking.