lizyann:

staree:

Henry: I never want anything in my life that I couldn’t stand losing. But it’s too late for that. It’s not cause you’re beautiful, smart, perfect. I don’t feel alone anymore. Will you marry me?
Clare: No… I didn’t mean that. I just want to try it. To say it. To serve my sense of free will. Well, my free will loves you.
Henry: So, it’s a yes?
Clare: Yes! Yes, of course.