The Professor. He basically rocks.
He is so damn smart. Well-educated and well-read, but also just innately clever. He masters concepts and subject matters that make my eyes cross. He teaches me something new every single day, and yet he never makes me feel stupid.
He is funny (hello - Confuterus?). He is a master of the pun, and the double entendre. He has the most delicious sense of the absurd and a refreshing willingness to be silly. Even at my lowest moments, he can always coax a giggle from me. Laughter is so important in our house, and he is a fabulous source of it.
He is hot! I mean smokin'... There isn't a single part of him that I would change. He has a certain natural charisma that draws people to him with no real effort on his part. He gets hit on more often than he likes to admit (always has). I love it that he now has a wedding band to wave around when this happens.
He is kind. To me, to strangers, to children and small animals... he doesn't even kill spiders! All I have to do is call out and he will come trap a bug and escort it outside for release (Except centipedes - they get no quarter around here).
He is my safe place. Wherever he is, there I feel secure. He is protective of me, he takes care of me. He is strong and confident when I am not. It feels like he can solve any problem, but in the rare instance that he cannot, he makes any discomfort or uncertainty bearable.
When I was much younger, I used to pride myself on emotional self-sufficiency. When the Professor first came into my life, I was constantly doing need-checks on our relationship... consciously evaluating how it would affect me if he suddenly vanished from my life, and trying to keep the need-level to a minimum. It's very scary thing to truly open yourself up to incorporating another person into your life on the whole.
Somewhere along the way, I grew up. And now... I cannot imagine a life without him. I still occasionally need-check (old habits die hard) and I know that if he vanished from my life forever, I would never fully recover. And that is freaking terrifying.
Would I trade the relationship I have with him now for emotional protection against the prospect of losing him? Not a chance in hell.