““Isa, we both love jazz, late-night takeout, trashy comedies, and big juicy hamburgers. But that’s the little stuff. We also love each other. And that’s the big stuff. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to have the family you’ve always longed for. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to be a family, make a family for you and with you. I love you, Isa. I swear to you if you give me the chance, I will die sixty or seventy years from now, still making you happy. Isabela Petrovich, will you be my wife?””
