I nodded.

“I love your coffee beans…and you’re right. It does taste better when you grind it yourself. I can’t believe I went around for so long not knowing that…I can’t believe I went around for so long without knowing you. Because this…this feels so overwhelmingly right. I know it doesn’t make sense on paper. Or you know what? Maybe it does. Maybe it makes perfect sense. Maybe somebody up there in the sky makes people like you for people like me. Maybe this is some of that crazy yin and yang shit that was popular in the nineties, you know? And you could find them at like, every Claire’s in every mall in the nation? I digress. The point is, I think this is could really work…and basically what I’m saying here is that I don’t want this annulment. I want you. I want to be with you. I want to be married to you.”

“Ashley, I know that things have gotten a lot better in the last few weeks, but you and I…”

“There’s still a chance that it wouldn’t work?”

“Yeah. Should we take that chance?”

“Absolutely. Absolutely we should. Because I know that people are out there getting divorced everyday, and there are marriages that suck, and just like everyone else, I never want to turn into my parents. But you’re worth it. You’re worth that chance. Trust me, there’s no one else I want to be miserable with…there’s no one else worth a divorce except for you.”

“That might be the best and worst proposal and reasoning I’ve ever heard.”

“I’m a freaking genius,” she says with an adorable grin, “I’m on some romantic shit right now, Spencer. This is like, eight times better than ‘The Notebook.’ You’ve gotta go with it.”

“I want to quit my job and make lamps. How do you feel about that?” I asked, realizing the truth in it as it left my lips.

“Seriously?”

“I think so.”

“I think you can literally do anything you want to do. I mean, I say that to a lot of people…all that graduation card, ‘Oh, the Places You’ll Go’ bullshit. But I mean it. I’ve never met anyone as driven as you are.”

“So what are you going to do? You’re going to take care of me, Veronica Hurt?”

“I would love to. I would freaking love to take care of you. As long as you promise to keep going to the gym and cleaning this place up and cooking my meals…packing my lunch…”

I laughed, “Those are the requirements, huh?”