It was so easy to love Spencer Reid and that was the problem.

You've been pining after him for years, so helplessly in love with the fellow profiler. But he was either completely oblivious or pretending to be to spare your feelings. Either way, it was painful.

It was only recently that you began to come to term with the fact that Spencer didn't feel the same. He had already given his heart to another. A woman he hadn't even met in person yet, only called. The most he gave was a name, Maeve.

You've spent years, dreaming of him at night, in those perfect dreams, he told you he loved you back. Those fantasies were only making it worse.

You should be happy for him, you pretended for his sake. But it was killing you on the inside. And you began to avoid your once best friend like a plague whenever you could.

And he noticed, of course he did.

One day, while you were brewing your coffee, he confronted you.

"Have you been avoiding me?" He asked, catching your attention. He sounded both worried and hurt. "If I've done something wrong, you can tell me."