Being without you is like being a metric space in which exists a cauchy sequence that does not converge.
I want to tell you your fortune. [Take her hand and write your phone number on it.] Your future is clear.
If LOVE was written on every grain of sand in the Sahara Desert that still doesn't equal my love for you.
If I could reach out and hold a star for everytime you've made me smile, I'd hold the sky in the palm of my hand.