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.