All day long, I hear people talking out loud. But when you talk to me, your sweet voice drowns out the crowd.
I think of you every second I am awake and dream of you every minute I am asleep.
You are to me, all that a woman should be. I love you endlessly.
I am a seeker, are you my golden snitch?
Forever is not long enough to have you by my side.
I kinda like you (actually I'm madly in love with you and absolutely adore you but can't actually say that because it sounds creepy).
You must be a mirage because you're so beautiful and I'm having a heatstroke.
I don't know if you've been mentioned in a prophecy with Voldemort lately, but you're definitely my chosen one.
I like you more than Umbridge likes pink. And torture.
I love you even if you don't love me back.