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.
There's not a crate strong enough in the world to keep me from you.
Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity; When you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you!
I'd love to cook you the one thing I've learned how to make without ruining.
I like you more than Umbridge likes pink. And torture.
I could flirt with you, but I'd rather allure you with my awkwardness.