You're so cute, it's distracting.
How long 'till you think we both give up and make a "when we're 45…" pact with each other?
Hey, want to be pirates with me? Maybe we could hook up.
You are like a bottle of Skele-Gro: You're growing me a bone.
You remind me of Menma. Because even when I can't see you, I still feel you inside my heart.
I love seafood, and your breath smells like crab cakes.
I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.
We would go great together, like peanut butter and jelly.
Can you be the moon of my life?
If I was your coworker, I'd sexually harass you.