I wish I was your second derivative so I could investigate your concavities.
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.
Your beauty cannot be spanned by a finite basis of vectors.
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.
If you were oxygen, I would be an alkali metal so i could get in you and explode!
I'm hung like a Foucault pendulum.
You are the photon to my photosystem: you excite my electron until I reach my reaction centre.
You still use internet explorer? You must like it nice and slow.
Are you sitting on the F5 key? Cause your ass is refreshing.