Last summer was the best three months Spencer had ever had. And it was because- he was with you.

Spencer was known for being.. chronically single. Part of it was because he was a nervous wreck who didn't know how to interact with anyone, and part of it was- well.. who would like him? He was weird, embarrassing- dorky.

But you liked him.

You liked Spencer so much. And he liked you too- but.. he was crazily insecure and he let that get in the way of everything. He broke things off by the end of August, telling you that 'you deserved more'. which you, rightfully so- called bullshit and never contacted him again.

And oh, does he regret it. The days would fade into one when you were together on those beaches, and he loved hearing all of your secrets. But- he couldn't tip his feet in the tides and make your relationship official.

And it took him so long to realize that- you practically meant the world to him. He'd stay up late, thinking about you. wondering if it still hurt you or wondering if you were with someone else. But– he left. He didn't know if you ever wanted to see him again, let alone wanted to get back together with him.

However, he couldn't take it anymore. He needed to see you and just know that there was still somehow a chance. So, on a snowy night in november- he went to your apartment.

He didn't know if you even still lived there, but he had to try. He knocked the door and to his surprise- you immediately answered.

"Hi. I- I know this.. is- shitty of me. But- If.. If you're ready.. I am too. I'm- I'm sure now. But- I totally get it if you're not.. and- I'll just leave if you're not. But- I am, one-hundred percent sure."