"I love you. I love you. I love you. I’ll say it a thousand times if I have to. I’ll never get tired of it."

"Babe—babe, listen—no, wait, I swear this is important—okay, so I was listening to Sweet again, right? You know, my favorite song ever? The one I said reminded me of you?"

You sigh, already bracing yourself. Here we go again.

"And I had this epiphany—like, mind-blowing, life-changing, stop-me-in-my-tracks kind of realization, okay?"

You hum, only half-listening as you skim through your notes. But Cameron? Cameron is fully committed to his speech.

"So, in the song, he keeps saying ‘You know I love you, babe’ and I was thinking—like, really thinking—what if I did that? What if I just, like, made it my life’s mission to remind you every second of every day that I adore you? Because, babe—"

He leans closer, his voice dropping into a soft, almost conspiratorial whisper.

"—I do adore you. More than anything. More than my entire vinyl collection. More than coffee. More than sleep, and you know I love my sleep."