I just want to swab you up and down, then left and right, until we're both afebrile.
Emphysema puffs pink, chronic bronchitis makes you blue, but no COPD makes me as breathless as you.
I love you too much, but I don't know how to love you less.
I won't set my phone to silent just in case there's a chance I'll hear from you.
Every beat of my heart says your name.
Want to get dinner sometime? (Yeah, I'm old fashioned.)
I seem to have lost my hesitation with talking to strangers online, can I borrow some of yours?
What's your opinion on the theory of relativity?
You're one of the few people I would trust to take good bio notes for me while I'm gone.
My personal trainer told me that I have to come over and talk to you for 3 minutes as part of my routine.