Christian Bale, I luff you.  I’ve loved you since you were this:

I would have followed you to Santa Fe and back...

I thought you were especially crush-worthy here:

Jo was off her Victorian rocker for turning you down.

And despite your homicidal tendencies, I loved you still here:


But the proof, my little muffin, that my love is more than just carnal lust, lies in the greasy, boney, balding pudding:

That, ladies and penguins, is unconditional love.