I Do

Yes! A thousand times, yes! However much I say so it will always make you flee. We are both acquainted with the true possibility of making a grandest joy, but you must admit you feel deeply hurt, your ego has been dented and I might be to blame, and that is something which will not allow you to retrace your steps.
I do. Or don’t I? Have I not shown it and made it overtly clear more than once for as long as my memory allows? You still allow yourself to indulge in your pride, and I still allow myself to make an outright fool of what I am. But I believe I am deserving of the better part of you. And I believe your game will last as long as I consent.