You are good enough for me. You're better than I deserve, but I'm too selfish to give you up. I don't know how I don't drive you crazy. Maybe I do. But you always listen, and you're sweet, and kind, and try your best even if my problem isn't your problem.

[He laughs, even though his chest is tight, and his heart is pounding.]

You're right. Let's eat at home more. I want to cook for you, and I can cook healthy, delicious dishes from all over our world, and you can't find them in any restaurant.

And I do want to run together, even if it's early, and we could join a team-- though I'm very good at sports that involve throwing, and, well... every other type of sport. But I would play at any level for you.