He loved her

He loved her. He loved her more than the moon could love the stars.
More than words could ever have described.
She was his painting of perfection.
The ideal that turned his point of view on life.
She was the glistening sun that burned his eyes. But he could not look away.
He would never be able to look away, because resisting her vision would kill him. He knew better than anything he had ever learned.
But she doesn't know, what she loved.
She loved him like bees her honey but coveted the sweet nectar in the free world.
She would have to decide. Between honey and nectar.
He knew he wouldn't be, that he had never been.
He hated forcing her. To impose an ultimatum on her. But otherwise he would go down.
because he knew the answer. He would lose her or continue to endure the endless pain. Was that a choice at all?
It hurts both. to see her desiring nectar and never see her again.
So, he did what he always did.
He waved it off. He assured her that everything was okay. He forgot the ultimatum.
For her...He loved her. He would always love her.