“I want to grow old with you. I do. I don’t know if I love you, not sure if that’s what drives me to say this right now. But I want to … Feel. I want to feel that it’s natural to wake up with you in the morning. To just say “morning” with sincerity. With strong willingness, purely comes from the heart, and not anything else. To just smile when saying that, before the smile disappears into panic as I realize, I have not made you breakfast and coffee yet. To hurriedly leaving for work on weekdays to beat the traffic jam, before thinking of nothing but just cuddling on Saturday morning. Together. Yes, not alone, but two of us. Not you, not me, but this … Union. Made out of respect. Created by my impossibly needy desire to take care of you. To drive you to doctor. To exercise to beat the odds together. To remind you to quit smoking by keeping ashtray ready by your side. To make sure we save our money before we go out. To be honest about our financial status. To nudge when one of us falls asleep in cinema. To offer our shoulder and a kiss when one of us falls asleep on couch while watching TV. Because after all those failed relationships in the past, it seems like you are this … comfort blanket to me. All those years talking my failed relationships to you, and hearing all your failed relationships you told me, you have become my old, well-worn, comfortable pair of shoes to me. I know you. So, allow me. Choose me. Stay with me. Because all I have is the rest of this lifetime. Until the end. With you.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“That there is nothing but us for the rest of your life.”