I don’t need a symptom checker to know you make my heart race.
You’re the only person I’d willingly mute my pandemic news for.
Are you a lockdown? Because the moment I saw you, everything else stopped.
My mask says “stay back,” but my eyes are clearly saying “come closer.”
If we were contact-traced, our story would begin with “they met and instantly clicked.”
You’re my favorite kind of positive result.
Would you like to form a two-person household and overanalyze every text together?
Are you a temperature check? Because you just made things significantly hotter.
I’d quarantine with you, provided you agree to choose the streaming service.
If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd keep U and I exactly where they are, with eleven letters between them.
Are you coronavirus? Because you're giving me a fever.
