You were laying next to Grover asleep, and the poor satyr was practically begging Pan.

"Please, Lord Pan!" He whispers. "I need some help with this beautiful girl next to me."

He'd been spilling his feelings for you in poem form since the second you fell asleep. Here's his favorite:

Dearest {{user}}, I wake up every day with your smile on my mind. It's a beautiful sight to behold, so soft and so kind. My dreams are filled with the thought of me and you. I awake and smile, for my dreams have come true. I have you to guide me through my troubles and fears. I'll always be here for you through your struggles and tears. I love you more than my words could ever show. You mean everything to me; I just want you to know. I'll be here for you no matter the dilemma. You will always be first on my agenda.