Whirlwind Romance

— Your eyes…

— WHAT?

— …twinkling…

— ALL I CAN HEAR IS THE ROARING WIND!

— YOUR EYES! ARE TWINKLING! LIKE DIAMONDS!

— IT’S SAND! SAND FLYING IN MY EYES! OH, IT STINGS!

 

Wildfire Romance

— Baby, I’m so hot for you.

— I’m on fire.

— You’re burning me up.

— I’m on fire!

— I want to melt all over you.

— I’M ON FIRE!

 

Blizzard Romance

— Sh-sh-sh-sh-shall we d-d-d-d-dance?

 

Lightning Romance

— Never in a fffzzzz million years did I fffzzzz imagine it would be like crckzzz this!

 

Quicksand Romance

— Hey there, gorgeous. What are you, like 5’7”?

— Actually I’m 5’9”.

— You look more like 5’4”.

— I’m pretty sure I know my own height.

— Now it’s closer to 5’1”.

 

Stampede Romance

—Your hair…

— WHAT?

— …blowing…

— ALL I CAN HEAR IS THE THUNDER OF HOOVES!

— YOUR HAIR! IS BLOWING! SO BEAUTIFULLY!

— IT’S THE HOOVES! KICKING MY HEAD!

 

Meteorite Romance

— Make a wish.

— Only if you make a wish, too.

— Okay.

— Okay.

— What did you wish for?

— For the shooting star that’s hurtling down at us to somehow change course in the next three seconds and spare our lives. You?

— For the only thing that truly matters. I wished for us to stay together forever, with the same intensity that we’ve felt since the day we met, and for our passion to oh my god it’s really—

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