All the prophecies in the department of mysteries say I belong with you.
I'm on my way to your house and I feel like it's about time to confess I look nothing like the pictures I sent.
Say, that's a nice [dress/outfit/article of clothing]. Can I talk you out of it?
I was just checking you out from across the room with my Sharingan.
My Zombie plan has been rewritten to include you.
I'm no organ donor but I'd be happy to give you my heart.
Guess what I'm wearing? The smile you gave me.
We're as compatible as two similar Tablets.
You are more than beautiful.