Since distance equals velocity times time, let's let velocity and time approach infinity, because I want to go all the way with you.
Being without you is like being a metric space in which exists a cauchy sequence that does not converge.
Does your skin feel burnt? Because I think you must have just fallen down from heaven, and re-entry would have caused some problems for you.
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.
You are the photon to my photosystem: you excite my electron until I reach my reaction centre.