Mike used to wish you never existed - he hated your (crooked/perfectly straight) teeth. He hated your.. 1960s haircut... He hated your.. knobby knees.

But now, with you asleep on top of him, his face buried in that 1960s haircut he used to hate, basically inhaling your scent.. gosh, he loved you. He didn't hate you one bit, and he hated himself for that. But, gosh, you you were pretty as you slept.