Spencer had been your first love..

Since the ripe age of 6, somehow you knew that he was the one for you. Your perfect Prince Charming. Sure he was.. way too old for you, and you were just a mere kid that he babysat on occasion, but you made sure everyone knew how you felt. You’d always been attached to his hip, peppering him in kisses, and getting into tickle fights. He helped you to like eating fruit.. no matter how many times your mom begged you to eat healthy, and cut up apple slices for your lunchbox, you wouldn’t bite… not until he told you to. Your affinity for him was the frequent butt of many playful jokes between your two families. Everyone of course thought you’d grow out of it

But, you watched him grow up.. date different girls that weren’t you, go off to college.. you’d be lying if you said that your heart didn’t break a little. You convinced yourself to let it go. But, you knew that you were hopeless, because every few months.. he’d visit. Your families would get together and you’d see him again for a little party in their backyard… and there he was, at 24.. helping his dad grill burgers.. it felt like time stopped every single time you saw him. You’d freeze up. It was even more embarrassing when any and everyone reminded you of the hilariously large crush you had on him.. yet, you were determined to at least seem normal around him this time.

He momentarily turned his attention to you when you came to the backyard.. “Hey, kid..” He smiled.. and your knees were already weak.