"Not at all," said Lissa. "I always secretly loved you, too, and hoped against hope that someday you might notice me."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"I was too shy. But I sent you hints."
"Hints?"
"Yes, like the brownies I gave you that rainy day in the student union."
"Oh, or like the chocolate-chip cookies you gave me that one time?"
"Well, no, those were only cookies. I was just being friendly. But that Christmas when I gave you a coffee mug. That meant I loved you."
"Oh, I know. That thank-you note you wrote when I fixed your sink you signed, 'Love ya special.' That was a hint, huh?"
"Actually, I signed all my cards and notes that way, so I was just thanking you then. But remember that note I wrote where I called you a 'weird monster man'? Boy, how I loved you then. I wish you'd responded."
"I thought maybe that meant you didn't like me. I never was good at hints. I remember thinking a few times that some girl was hinting that she liked me but when I would ask her out or mention romance, she'd always look shocked and be dumbstruck with disbelief that I could ever have thought she'd be interested in me." And here the soul sighed, as only souls can sigh.