“I might kinda, sorta, really, truly love you”

“Because I know I will never love anyone like I love you. That’s what will overcome the past every time it tries to rear its ugly head.” He stepped closer. “So it’s either you and me or me and me, Luce. And I don’t really like myself, so I hope you’ll pick the you and me option.”

“Yes," he said, shrugging. "Maybe you didn't understand when I said I"d love you forever, but I meant I'd love you forever. There were no qualifiers or addendums to that vow, nothing that would void it out based on your actions." His smile lit up the night. "To make sure you're clear on this, let me repeat myself. I'll love you forever, Bryn Dawson, no matter how determined you might be to screw it up.""No conditions?" I asked. "Not even (spoiler omitted)He shook his head. "I think that's why they call it unconditional.”

“You might belong to someone else, but you kind of belong to me, too.”

“I've loved you from the first day I met you, as I will the rest of my existence.”

“I don't really care what it is," he said, "because after everything that's happened in my life, I get to crawl into bed with you every night.”

“I’ve lived every beat loving you, since I first met you.”