He was nothing she ever wanted.

She always dreamed of a tall, tan, charismatic man that would make her the envy of every woman.

He was short, pale, socially awkward and made her the pity of every woman for being stuck with him.

She always dreamed of a knight in white shining armor.

What she got was a solider, in a dirty green cape.

She always wanted someone warm and inviting.

Whenever anything was wrong he just brushed it off with a "it's fine." and would speak of it no more.

He was nothing she ever wanted.

Yet she found herself hopelessly in love with him anyway.

She loved his bored expression, and how she was the only one would could turn it into one of those rare smiles.

She loved the way he would wrap his arms around her protectively when she was afraid or upset.

She loved the sound of his voice, especially when he whispered in her ear.

She loved being close to him, falling asleep listening to his heart beating and breathing.

She loved waking up every morning seeing his tired face looking back at her tenderly.

She loved how gentle he always was with her; in his words and in his actions.

And even after all these years, her heart still skips a beat when he says "I love you."

He was nothing she ever wanted.

He was everything she ever needed.