"I want to get married here." Jack admits. I look over at him and smile, just now noticing he's been staring at me. "It's the perfect place for it. Beats all those lame churches and beaches." I joke. "Definitely." Jack sighs, "I want to marry you here, Sariel." I can feel my eyes grow soft and loving at his words. "You want to marry me?" Jack smiles and holds my gaze. "I wouldn't want to marry anyone else." I highly recommend listening to I'll Remember You by Elvis Presley at some point before/during/or after this story.