I remember when I first realized he loved me.
He had put me in a room with all the comforts that I could want; it was even decorated in my favorite color.
But that wasn't when I realized.
I left the room and went exploring, and found his diary.
"I couldn't be happier, diary! I hope she likes me…"
I slammed the book shut.
After that, I started thinking of him in a different way.
I'm as strong as Mario, if not stronger—he can't float! Do you really think I'd keep getting kidnapped if I didn't want to be?