"Isabella Swan?" he looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. "I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever. Will you marry me?"
'But I thought it was a good representation,' he continued. "It's hard and cold." He laughed. " And it throws rainbows in the sunlight."
"You forgot the most important similarity," I murmured. "It's beautiful"
"My heart is just as silent," he mused. "And it, too, is yours."