(My boyfriend studies skeletons as part of his job. He’s been studying skulls.)

Boyfriend: “Hey, what’s your heritage?”

(I list my quite diverse family history.)

Boyfriend: “Hmm, that might explain it.”

Me: “Explain what?”

Boyfriend: “Your skull shape doesn’t really fit neatly into one of the categories. I’d like to study it more closely.”

(I stare at him.)

Boyfriend: “What? What did I say?”

Me: “You said you wanted to strip the flesh off my skull. And, presumably, keep it on your desk.”

Boyfriend: “Did I? I guess I did. I just meant you have an interesting bone structure.”

Me: “I love you, too.”

(We are talking about awesome cakes, and how I want an absolutely beautiful cake for my wedding. Suddenly, we realise we’re talking about us getting married someday)

Me: “I get all giggly and blush just thinking about us together.”

Boyfriend: “I hope it happens someday.”

Me: “Me too!”

Me: “I just love you with the intensity of an atom breaking apart.”

Boyfriend: “Perhaps we should use our love as a renewable energy source?”

(We went to a shop last night, and I found real vanilla beans. They come in a test-tube type container. We return home from all of our errands, and are putting things away. I walk up to my husband and hold out the vanilla.)

Me: “I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper… in death.”

Husband: “I’ve been waiting all night for you to do that!”

Me: “You know me so well!”

(My husband and I are in bed. I’m reading; he’s on his laptop playing an adventure game. I reach over and poke his stomach.)

Husband: “Hey! You poked the ‘Belly of Destiny’!”

Me: “The ‘Belly of Destiny’?”

Husband: *looking down* “Oh, sorry. That was the ‘Belly of Density’.”

(I am notorious for taking a while to shut down the computer and go to bed.)

Husband: “Hey, honey, it’s bedtime!”

Me: “Okay, be right there.”

(I finish what I’m doing, and shut down the computer after a few minutes. I walk down the hallway to find my husband waiting for me; light-saber flashlight in his hand.)

Husband: “There you are. I was about to come get you… with Force.”