“Infinitely and endlessly yours. Love wanes. Obsession tires. Infatuation can be toxic.” He bows his head for a moment, rubbing soothing circles over the back of my hand. “When I call you mine, that encompasses my feelings. We belong to one another. Your heart and mine. I am infinitely and endlessly yours, Millie. I know I asked at the hospital—on a whim, once again—but you deserve me on my knees, begging. Please be mine for eternity. Marry me. Be my wife.”
