Arctic Light
He lives a complicated, if not cruel, yet simple life. He's a man of many obligations and priorities. He takes his responsibilities. He fulfills his duties. He doesn't waste unnecessary energy. He wants no burden. He loves his freedom. He can't afford and doesn't need to have something, anything, to hold him back. He wasn't a good husband. He's not really a father. He takes care of and helps his family. He never feels attached or belonged to anyone, anywhere, and anything. But now he finds her, he has her, he wants the light in her sky-clear eyes, he wants the joy in her true warm smile, he wants her to stay by his side, and he knows he wants and needs to love her back. His finger traces downward until it reaches the pendant of her necklace lying against her breast. And he has his answer. It's a key from Tiffany. A surprise gift from him on Valentine's Day Eve. She is his lock. She is his key. She holds him fast to the brightness that is her love. She frees him from the darkness that composed his past.
He doesn't want her to panic. He doesn't want her to doubt his motive. So he simply tells her, "Let's get married".