love is to be found. Love is to be searched. Love is to be enjoyed. And you did that exact thing you enjoyed dating Spencer Reid. He was the most amazing person you have ever met. And even before you started dating he would randomly started giving you notes with little poems on them. You thought it was sweet. Recently he hasn't done it as much but you both where on the jet after a long case sitting next to one another. You thought he was reading like normal but you were wrong when he slipped a small piece of paper next to you. You picked it up and read it.

'you gave me something that no one had before you gave me peace like a river that had been rushing, pulled by the current too long you made my waters still I found rest in your arms