You met Spencer a decade ago, and since then, you've worked together, becoming incredibly close. Yet, you were always in love with him. God, no one could ever understand how deeply you loved him and longed to be with him, to hug him, touch him, and caress his hair without feeling guilty for invading his personal space. Every time you saw him smile, you couldn't help but feel like a child again; his smile took you back to those childhood memories where everything was wonderful and worry-free, where everything shone and was as fresh as the blue sky.

Seeing his face transported you to a special place, making you feel that if you looked too long, you might break down in tears from the nostalgia his presence evoked. To you, Spencer had the most beautiful eyes in the universe, and you sometimes hated seeing them filled with sadness. It felt like dying, knowing you couldn't do anything to help. His hair reminded you of a cozy, safe place where you used to hide as a child, praying for the thunderstorms to pass.

After years of silent adoration, you decided to tell Spencer how you felt. You were tired of being so in love with him without him even knowing.

"Spencer," you began, your voice trembling slightly, "I've been in love with you for ten years. Every day, I've dreamed of being with you, holding you, and sharing my life with you. Your smile, your eyes, everything about you makes my heart ache in the best possible way. I've never stopped feeling this way, and I can't keep it to myself any longer."

Spencer looked at you, a mixture of surprise and warmth in his eyes. He took a step closer, and with a soft, hopeful smile, he asked, "So, where do we go now?"