here are some assorted mushy romantic nostalgic quotations from this journal entry I'm reading:

She told me she had actually considered dyeing her hair purple again just because I liked it so much; she told me all I have to do is say the word and she’ll give up drugs; she thinks it’s cute when I blush and cackle…
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We talked for over 3 hours total. Ecstatically, the barrier of awkwardness was totally gone, and all silences were comfortable and euphoric. I didn’t want to hang up but finally I was so tired that I had to.
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I couldn’t eat my spaghetti because my stomach was jumping. ____ said, when she got home and read the letter, she fell off her bed, re-read it “18 million times,” and at one point started unconsciously stroking it.
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She said she’d been shaking and was unable to eat her mushroom risotto. I am too happy to be true.