all fucking day long, I’ve been trying to find the words, trying to come up with the perfect combination and the most sentimental way to ask you to be my wife, but I have come up with nothing. Nothing feels good enough, no moment has felt perfect up until now. So, I’m telling you, I don’t have anything over the top to say or any clever ass speech. All I have is my heart, baby, and I’m wondering if that’s enough to get you to rock with a nigga for the rest of ’em. The rest of our lives. The rest of our good days. The rest of our bad days. All of that shit?”
