Your smile lights up a room a hundred times over. You light me up enough to last a thousand lifetimes. You are my energon cube, my all-spark.
You are the cataclysmic lightning bolt that creates Kelly Lebrock, the enchanted necklace that brings Kim Cattrall to life, the splash of water that turns Gizmo into a rambunctious Mogwai party.
You are a gift from God, the answer to a question that I never posed.
I am blessed beyond blessed that you give life to mine.
I promise to be, like Richard Marx, right here for you — right where you want me, but more important, right where you need me.
I promise that we will watch terrible, bad, stupid TV and movies until we’ve killed off most of our brain cells.
I promise that our inside jokes will keep us laughing until we’re old.
I promise to support your dreams, no matter how hazy, no matter how hard, no matter how high.
I promise to hold your hand and take every step of our crazy adventure with you.
Whether it’s navigating Jareth’s insufferable labyrinth, smuggling an illegal extraterrestrial on a bike, or quitting our high-paying, high-stress jobs so we can launch our gourmet baby food business… I will go there with you.
Teej: You are beautiful and adorable and all sorts of scrumptrulescent. You are the nicest, most kind-hearted person I know.
You are also complicated and emotional and loud.
There are so many ways that you and I are the same.
And there are many ways that you and I are different.
And it’s easy to say I love you anyway.
But I don’t. I love you because.