He knows

There are times she takes him apart, not with violence but with a look, she stares through his skin, through his bones and sees everything he may seek to deny or hide. 

When he is defeated, she will be there to pick up the pieces, the beast that moments before tore at his skin, gently caresses and holds. She holds his heart and life in her hands, she sees him as him. 

All of him.

She sees his flaws, his failings, his pain. She sees him fall apart and yet holds him together, she sees him at his best even when he feels at his worst, when he wishes he could be more, yet he is so much more than he may see.  

But she sees.

She knows. 

He is hers. 

Forever. Hers. 

And that he knows.