Figured you two charlatans would sniff each other out like two mangy rats sharing a pizza crust in a sewer.
Jianyu is a hot dummy, definitely my type. We both love to dance. We were both banned from public transit systems in our cities.
I'd like to read a poem. “Janet, my digital queen. Janet, we can dare to dream. Send nude pics of your heart to me. Jacksonville Jaguars rule!"
-Jason, when I was rebooted, and I lost all my knowledge, I was confused and disoriented, but you were always kind to me. And according to the central theme of 231,600 songs, movies, poems, and novels that I researched for these vows in the last three seconds, that's what love's all about.
And yes, we do have the sort of connection that only two highly educated, sophisticates could have, but it's not true love.
I do love you, but I think more in a best friend afterlife savior kind of way. I'm not so much "hot for teacher" as I am "eternally grateful for semi-cute, surprisingly ripped teacher."