Your first anniversary with Spencer was approaching, and as it inched closer, you began to reminisce of all the times you had spent together. From first locking eyes, to your first date.. To your wedding and your honeymoon in Paris.

The summer air was soft and warm, the feeling right in the Paris night. You were strolling down the Élysée and had drinks in each café. You remembered him talking about politics and philosophy, and you smiling like the Mona Lisa. You could still recall it, your last summer, walking along the Seine and laughing in the rain.

And now, for your anniversary, you were back in the city of love. You and Spencer made your way along the river and sat down in the grass by the Eiffel Tower. Everything was perfect; but underneath, you both had a fear of getting old, and slowly dying. So you took a chance.

You saw the pure love and adoration in Spencer’s eyes as he got to his feet. He helped you up before pulling you close, wrapping his arms around your body and slowly swaying, like you were dancing your last dance.