“I slid over to the edge of the bed and leaned back, letting my hair fall onto him."Ack!" he cried. "Don't scare me like that!”

“Maybe the only reason I like him is because I had a crush on him for so long it became a part of me.”

“Then he said, "Nice bed head," and I knew it was the real Spencer.”

“Why was it that whenever I started to not detest him, he did something like this?”

“I hate when I'm an idiot and I don't know it. I like to be aware of my idiocy, to really revel in it, take pictures.”

“For some reason, he belonged more in Wisconsin. Because of me, because I was there. Not that I ever managed to talk to him for more than ten minutes, and not that I ever had the nerve to ask him out. But still, I loved him. Deeply.”

“If this is about sleeping on the floor, I'll do it," I said. "Because I don't mind." "No, but do you want to take a picture of my nest? It's very romantical.”