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

“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!”

“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.”

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

“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.”

“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.”

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