True love?

He ran a finger delicately along her jaw, her nose, her closed eyelids. Cradled her in his arms, strong enough to protect her from harm. He knew her fears and worries, knew what she loved. Always made sure to give her peanut butter on her waffles, lemon in her sweet tea. He told her everyday how beautiful she was, how cute it was when her nose scrunched as she laughed. How much her encouragement meant to him. Her loyalty, her love. Her spirit was pure, and he knew he didn't deserve her. And yet, as she shifted closer to him, all he could think was that he never wanted to let her go.