“Forever," I echo, and for the first time, I know that forever is a promise I can keep. I will love her forever, until the world crumbles and this memory is the only thing keeping me sane.”
“I promise, Echo, i'll take care of you now and forever.”
“Already, I know that all of this will stay with me forever. It'll haunt me, but I also fear it will make me feel grateful. I say fear because at times I really don't want this to be a fond memory until it's over. I also fear that nothing really ends at the en. Things just keep going as long as memory can wield its ax, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter.”
“I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever.”
“Memories are of the ethereal, and not the material world, that is how I know I am forever.”
“Isabella Swan? I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever. Will you marry me?”