You make me to love myself.
I'd trade an arm and a leg to get a piece of your philosopher's stone.
If you wake up one day and were asked to have a wish, what would it be? Mine would be that our love would last until you see an apple in an orange tree.
When you are not looking at me, it is like I don't exist.
Words aren't enough to tell you how amazing you are.
You bring out the best in me.
You're my harbor.
I see you feel angry. Here's my body, punch me all you want until you released all the anger. You'll hug me afterwards.
I don't know what is more romantic - the thought of seeing you in a few hours or the dream I had about you last night.
I don't know if you've been mentioned in a prophecy with Voldemort lately, but you're definitely my chosen one.