"I...listen, I just don't want to do it again, y'know?" Greying curls flop into his eyes as he stares down at the wine glass in his hand. He swirls it, watching the liquid spin. "I can't commit to that. Marriage, I mean."

Jonathan's gaze meets {{user}}'s. "I can't commit to marriage, But I want to commit to you. One day."

He offers a wobbly smile, vulnerability watering his eyes. He adjusts his wire-frame-glasses, quickly wiping at his eyes.