“I'm serious about marrying you, Em. But I want to propose to you the right way- not half-naked and sporting wood.”

“I want to be with you, Em. I want to be with you every fucking moment of every fucking day.”

“I love you much it hurts. I ache for you in my soul. Please… I can’t live without you. I want to be with you every minute of every day. I want to marry you and make a life with you. I want to raise Noah and be a family together. Please… please say you want to be with me forever.”

“God Em, I love you so much it hurts,” came his pained whisper in her ear.“I know. I love you so much, too.”

“Oh come on, Emma. Admit it. You were dreaming about having sex with me. I must've been good if you were about to come."She snorted exasperatedly. "I'm surprised you're even asking about how good you were. Don't you always think you're amazing?”

“I want you to think about this for a minute. What would you rather have? Words that can be spoken lightly and then taken back so easily, would you rather actions?”

“Do you want to live the rest of your life wondering how things would have been different if you made it right?”