I'd rather be confused with you than certain with anyone else.

You're my favourite kind of chaos.

You're the kind of cute that's distracting in a meeting.

I don't need a sign. I have you in front of me.

Your eyes have a whole plot, and I'd love to read it.

I was going to play it cool, but you walked in and ruined the plan.

You've got me rehearsing texts like it's an audition.

Our playlists should meet.

You're sweet, and I'm trying to cut sugar. Not working.

I've got good taste, and you're the evidence.

I'm not a poet, but you make me want to try.

My phone lights up and I hope it's you. Every time.

You've got a smile that should come with a warning label.

I'd rate you, but you'd break the scale.

If this were a movie, this is where the music would start.