I wanna be the pericardium that embraces your heart.
In my dreams you are mine, but in my life you are my dream.
You are my API. I want to know everything about you.
If beauty was a sin, God would never forgive you.
I just want to swab you up and down, then left and right, until we're both afebrile.
Emphysema puffs pink, chronic bronchitis makes you blue, but no COPD makes me as breathless as you.
I love you too much, but I don't know how to love you less.
You're the CSS to my HTML.
Should I smile because we are friends, or cry because I know that is what we will ever be?
I heard that you have a good dentist. Mind if I try out his work?