Ribbit, this is really awkward, i apologise! You look like a big mushroom from this distance.
So close, like a big snooter, erm, is this how romance happens? Through awkwardness?
Croak, it's an eternal moment that's granted to us, it's not going to last. I'm sorry.
I said it again, ah, ah, this ain't creepy, right. Yet in all the most intimate moments, things seem to most blind with love. Oh, how juvenile it is. Hope my nail ain't scraping.