A small wrinkle appears in his brow. "Luck saw us cross paths. Everything else was your doing."

It's sappy, but it's also absolutely true. They could have parted ways at several points, things could have gone wrong, paths not taken and decisions not made. Every step towards this had been purposeful, not the whims of the universe or fate or luck.

"Were you anything but what you are, we would not have any of this. And I will be grateful for every moment of it."