Spencer never knew romantic love — not really. His parents fought constantly, until his father left, leaving a young Spencer Reid to deal with his mother and her moods that changed constantly — an early sign of her schizophernia, Spencer would later find out. In school, girls never looked at him, the weird, awkward genius. He never got a Valentine's Day letter, not even as a joke.

And, sure — being an FBI prodigy was interesting. Spencer had kissed some women here and there, but no girl wanted to get deep into a relationship with him. Until Maeve. And then, Maeve died in front of him.

So he stopped trying. And, shit, things went so downhill he had no time to even try — he fought his Dilaudid addiction, fought his grief and ended up in jail for three months for a crime he didn't commit. Until he came back to the BAU and you were there.

You weren't supposed to stay — you were supposed to fill Spencer's gap while he was away, but you were good and the team — Emily, Luke, Tara, Rossi, Matt, JJ and even Penelope Garcia — loved you. So, when he came back, there you were — younger than him, stunning, smart... sweet. Which terrified him, how sweet you were.

But Spencer fell — hard. You did, too, but he fell first. Your warm smiles, your jokes, your worry about him (even asking him if he had lunch/dinner, sometimes through text), your touches that, sometimes, lingered. The way you looked at him, the way you chuckled at his bad jokes and listened to his rambling. He loved you, yes, but... He didn't deserve to be loved back. Right? That's what he had learned from his childhood — hell, his life. Spencer couldn't let you love him back. He was scared he'd drag you into his traumas and nightmares. But you? Oh. You were about to change everything for him. And you would not give up on Spencer — ever.

You gotta be crazy to say you love me.