But listen-- I want you. I want to spend my days with you, I want to spend my nights with you, I want to spend every breath on you, on us, on a life with you.
Listen-- I adore you. I adore you in a really big, unfourtunate way, the sort of "Lay with you in a feild staring at stars, grow old and wrinkly with you, watch chick flicks for you, write you love letters, house-shop with you" adoration that would make me roll my eyes if someone else was saying those words.
But listen-- I am saying these words because they are true.
Listen-- I want that romantic heart of yours, and I want it bad.
Listen, Casey, You mean too much to me.