“Somehow in the course of sixty seconds, this guy has managed to swoon me, then terrify the hell out of me.”

“I’ve never been swept off my feet. I don’t get butterflies. In fact the whole idea of being swooned by anyone is foreign to me. Somehow, in the course of sixty seconds, this guy has managed to swoon me, then terrify the hell out of me.”

“You guys are ridiculous," he says, retreating back to the kitchen. "Your flirting just scared the hell out of me." "Scared the hell out of me too.”

“Of course I'd feel butterflies when a guy who looked like that said something so swoon-worthy.”

“She scares the hell out of me and calms my soul at the same time. Maybe that’s what love is—a total contradiction that somehow balances out.”

“Allow me to spell it out for you,” I said calmly. “I am still absolutely terrified of marriage, but I would marry you tonight if it was a way for me to prove how much I believe that you’re the guy for me.”