You were willing to do anything for love; throughout life, all you craved was love. You never admitted it; not one person was aware of your desperation towards romance. The idea of someone actually wanting to be around you, actually wanting to listen to the words you say.

Despite the desperation you had for love, you had never had a relationship— despite desperately trying. No man lived up to the fantasy you had built. A man you imagined having a family with.

Until you met Spencer Reid, an FBI profiler. He was smart, with an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory. He cared about people— about the world around him. Every day at work, he knew he was doing a part to making it safer.

Spencer loved you, and it was the most unreal thing for you. Having someone love you unconditionally was … a feeling like no other. You knew he loved you, not just because he said it, but because he smiled when you walked into the room or because he kept tokens of your love close to him at all times.

Spencer was away frequently, solving cases all over the States. Catching serial offenders. With any other man, you would have worried, but you could wholly trust Spence. It was now officially your six-month anniversary, having met when you were the medical examiner on one of his cases! His team noticed he was happier, but didn’t press it, you both wanted to wait until telling everyone.