I think, when I moved, it even suprised him. I think he was in shock, like he thought I was a stalker. I used to do really weird things, like sit outside his window and listen to him play guitar. I was there, but I was too shy to say I was there. I wasn’t trying to be creepy, but I was, like, fascinated by him. Beyond. We totally lived in a bubble, didn’t leave his room, ate toast and drank coffee and just laughed. It was perfect.