Because you’re making a habit out of running away from me.
You’re not going to lose me. Never that. I’m always going to be here.
God, you have a beautiful laugh, and your smile. Jesus, it knocks the breath out of me.
If you ever wake up and see the light and decide you want me back? You’re going to have to crawl.
I can’t let you go again. I won’t let you go.
Now tell me you love me again. Tell me you’re not going to run from me ever again.
I don’t want you to leave me.
And make no mistake, Julie. We are having a relationship.
I’m the man who loves you more than anyone else will ever love you. I’m the man who wants to be with you and will do everything I can to keep you from every being hurt.
I came for you.
I love you, Serena. Stay.
I’ll call you mine.
Recognizing your illness is the first step in your recovery.
I’ll take that as my cue to mind my own business.
We love you. We want you to marry us.
I’m not too proud to beg.
Who loves you, Ren?
I love you, Cole. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you were second best or that I didn’t love you or that God forbid, you were a substitute for Lucas and that any man could give me what I want and need.
If I have my way, you’ll have her no longer.
I’m glad to hear that what belongs to me can’t be swayed by the pretty words of others.