Spencer had always been a bookworm. You knew that. It was something that you loved about him when you first started dating. He’d read books in bed, or annotate poems, and you were used to finding and keeping notes around the house.

You had a box full of Spencer's notes where poems and love letters were folded up and cherished inside. Whenever you were feeling down, you’d open a few notes at random. He knew all of your moods, and always had a sweet way to describe them.