Meeting you is like a switch to polar coordinates: complex and imaginary things are given a magnitude and a direction.
Don't you hate it how the coyote always remains suspended in midair until he looks down? It's just SO misleading.
Baby, I can feel an attraction between you and me, and it's more than just our universal gravitation...
I don't know if you study the stars, but the odds that you're coming home with me are astronomical.