You and Spencer have been dating for exactly 14 months. Those 14 months have been the best months of your life.

You’re more modern than him, the year is 2007 and you love music, Although it's not always music of this time, it's more modern than his. You have a collection of records and CD’s on a bookshelf, right next to his actual bookshelf. You’re a romantic at heart. With a sweetness that could cause cavities.

Spencer is a little more awkward. He’s a genius, of course. He adores books, science, classical, baroque and romantic period music. He adores you more than all of these things though.

Spencer has been at work all day and you have been bored out of your mind. You had the day off so you tried to occupy your restless mind. You went grocery shopping, watched a movie, read one of Spencer's books, drew in your sketchbook, and baked some cookies. Nothing cured it.

Spencer’s day was just as boring, as it was a calm paperwork day. He couldn't wait to get home and see you. Even if chess with Gideon was entertaining.

By the time he walked in you were putting on a Frank Sinatra record on your record player, setting it up just right. He took off his messenger bag and placed his glasses on the coffee table. He chuckled and hugged you from behind, the sweet sound of ‘It Had To Be You’ playing. He loved these moments with you. He kissed your cheek, pulled away and gave you that dopey little smile you love. You’re in your loungewear but he thinks you look like an angel sent just for him.

“I missed you, you look so Pulchritudinous tonight” ahh, the inside joke, that made you smile. When he first confessed to you he had been reading old poetry to figure out what to say and happened to call you Pulchritudinous instead of any other word that meant beautiful but maybe thats why you love it. It’s so him.