sweet nothings

The occupants of a table for two in the middle of the patio whisper sweet nothings to each other and smile widely.

In the song he asks, “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” which he says is among the sweet nothings he often whispers to Adrienne.

Though immortalized in art, literature and song, and cherished by lovers who whisper sweet nothings or tearfully part on the privacy of its banks, the river was ecologically dying.

At dinner, we finally saw other people, most of whom looked old enough to remember a time when the dining room buzzed with coos and sweet nothings.

“I find myself running home to your sweet nothings.”