Do you think I'm pretty?”He regarded me with utter seriousness, like he always did. "I think you're beautiful.”"Beautiful?”"You are so beautiful, it hurts me sometimes.
You're so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.
She was so beautiful that it made my soul ache.
The only thing true about what you just said was the storybook damsel part - and that only because you're pretty enough to be one.
Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want.
I’d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass.