"You mean everything to me."

"Can I help you?" Amy asks. She has been staring at Sheldon for a while, as he sits with his laptop, grumbling and sighing every few seconds.

He shakes his head, "No."

Amy stands and reaches him on the couch, "Are you sure? You look upset. Is that work?"

Sheldon closes the laptop, "No… you can't help me with this, I'm sorry."

"Why?" Amy can't help asking. She hates to see Sheldon frustrated like that.

He stares at her for a moment, and then gives up. "I'm writing my wedding vows. Or at least, I'm trying to," he admits.

Amy melts into a smile, "Sheldon!"

He lowers his stare, "Don't get worked up. I think I'll pass. What am I supposed to put in this anyway?"

Amy tries to reassure him, "Don't be too harsh with yourself. Just write about us. Like, what do I mean to you?" she suggests.

"What? How can I put that in this?" he exclaims, "It's impossible."

He returns looking at her, and understands she is waiting for an explanation.

"You mean everything to me. How am I supposed to synthesize this in a one minute speech?" he says.

Amy's smile now is brighter than ever. She leans and gently kisses his cheek.

"This is positively the second best thing you ever said to me."

"Uh? The second?" he asks, confused.

"Of course. The absolute best is going to be in your vows," she confidently states.