Are you a pulmonary embolism? 'Cause I can't breathe when I'm around you.
I wrote your name in the sky; a cloud removed that. I wrote your name in the sand; air blew that away. I wrote your name in my heart and nothing can remove it.
Does your skin feel burnt? Because I think you must have just fallen down from heaven, and re-entry would have caused some problems for you.
Let's have a future diary. A diary of the future of you and me.
I'm invisible. (Really?) Can you see me? (Yes) How about tomorrow night?
Your so cute you make my zygomaticus muscles contract.
I don't have any money, but I want to spend my life with you.
I'll show you my tan lines if you show me yours.
Could you stop being so lovely? You're driving me so crazy.
I want to tell you your fortune. [Take her hand and write your phone number on it.] Your future is clear.