You are beautiful.

You can't see it, but you are, you know, and it's because of who you are.

You're my hero, the bravest person I have ever met.

You never give up. You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders as if it is nothing, as if it is your duty, as if it is your burden and no one else's.

You pretend you don't care. You pretend you don't need love, but you do.

And I am glad that you do, that you love me when you are so much better than I am.

I am proud to love you.

To hear you, to see you.

To reflect your bright light back at you, in hopes that you can see it as I do.

I am proud to understand you. To know you. To hold you.

To be privy to your secret dreams and nightmares.

I am proud to encourage you. To tell you not to give in, to tell you that one day you will win.

To lift the heaviness from your heart.

To be there when you wake up, so that you know you are not alone anymore. So you know you never will be again.

I am proud to fill you. I am proud, so proud of you.

My beautiful, beautiful Elphaba.

A/N: A little Fiyero POV fluff inspired by Josh Groban's "You Are Loved (Don't Give Up)."