Hey we need to talk. Can you come over tonight?

There it is, the break up text. Well not really a break up text, but the messages says it all. He doesn't want to be with you. Not anymore. After two years of dating, this is what it comes to. All the late night conversations that would last until the morning, dates to art exhibits and museums, double dates with the members of his team, the amazing sex. He would want to throw all that away, for what, your best friend.

A few weeks ago, you started to notice that Spencer has been distant from you, ignoring you texts and calls, rain checking dates every weekend. You ignored it at first, thinking that its work related and he didn't want you to get involved. You could understand that; he was always considerate of your feelings. When you two would meet up, he would smell like cotton candy. Where was he that he would smell like cotton candy? At first you thought of Garcia, but she has more of a floral kind of perfume. Whose perfume is it then?

The only person that came to your mind was your best friend, Taylor. She wears this cotton candy perfume that she gets from Macy's. But Spencer wouldn't spend time with her without you, they barely liked each other. Right?

You called her one day, upset that Spencer flaked on your date again. This was the 3rd time that it happened in the past 2 weeks and it's starting to get suspicious. She picked up on the third ring, laughing into the receiver. But before you could get a word out, you heard a very familiar laugh, accompanied with a harsh shh.

Spencer?

Why is he with her? Is she the one that he has been seeing? Have they been seeing each other behind your back?

None of it makes sense. They never really talked and when they did it was always awkward. Then why are they together? Does she have something you don't? Taylor is the ideal woman that men look for. She is beautiful, petite, skin clear of any blemish, smart, stylish, classy, and she is a pediatrician. The way she carries herself, anyone can tell that she has her life together. Unlike yourself, a middle school teacher, who lives off each paycheck. You're not skinny, or stylish, only wearing jeans and a comfortable t-shirt. Your face is scared with acne marks from over the years. Nothing about you is perfect.

And Spencer noticed it as well.

-

Knocking on Spencer's apartment door, your head hung low, looking at your black and white converse. You heard shuffling inside before the swung open. Spencer stood in the door way, looking handsome as always, like a Greek god.

"Hey Y/N." He lets you in, closing the door behind you. Standing in his living room, the smell of old books filling your nostrils. The memories of you two sharing meals, and watching marathons of Doctor Who and Sherlock, came flooding to your mind. And all you could think about was how much you are going to miss the smell. Feeling the heat of the tears threatening to seep from your tear ducts, you let out a sob. Your body shaking, as your hands goes to your face.

"Y/N... Y/N are you okay? What's wrong?" Feeling his hands touch your forearm, you coil back, taking a step away from him. Setting your puffy red eyes on him, you feel the anger bubbling up.

"I can't believe you, Spencer. I thought you were different but I was so wrong."

Confusion took hold of his face. He hesitantly stepped towards you, hands up, showing you his palms.

"Y/N what are you talking about?"

"I'm not stupid, Spencer. You have been denying my texts and phone calls. I never see you anymore, even when we do spend time together, your always distant. And then your spending time with Taylor. If you wanted to be with her than you should at least end our relationship."

"Wait Y/N. You got it all wrong." As he reached for you again, his hand brushing your cheek. You feel your knees becoming weak. You fell to your knees, your sobs coming in full force, your tears rolling down in streams. This is not how you wanted any of this to go. Spencer was perfect, you pictured the two of you getting married, moving into a house, having kids, and growing old together. Starting over is so hard and you don't think you are ready for it. Spencer knelt in front of you, rubbing your arms. Using his right hand, he lifted your chin so you were looking into each other's eyes, the gesture made more tear fall.

"I'm sorry I'm not perfect like Taylor. I'm not as smart as her, or as pretty as her. I don't have a perfect body that's free of scars and blemishes. I...I'm not a-as pretty as her. And when I called her to vent about you cancelled our date, and I heard you through the phone, I just..." You sob, using your sleeve to wipe the snot from your running nose. Not wanting to look into those brown eyes, you casted your sight to the floor between you. This is what you have been feeling all your life. Always judging your qualities with someone else. You did it when you were a kid, and you're still doing it now. "But I understand why. I wouldn't want to love someone who has so many imperfections. I always put myself down because of it. And I'm right. You found someone better than me and yet I can't be angry about it."

"Y/N stop." Feeling his hands take hold of your face, forcing you to look at him again. His eyes were misted with unshed tears. His face set into a hard glare, before it softened. He let out a shaky breath. "I don't know how your mind has let you to that conclusion, buts it's not true. Taylor and I are not together."

"But... I..."

"She was helping me pick out a ring for you." Furrowing your brow, you stared at him in utter confusion. He reached into his pocket, taking out a black velvet box. You gasp, holding your hands to your mouth, as new tears springe from your eyes.

"I was going to do this at the bookstore where we meet but now is perfect too." Chuckling, he opens the box, revealing a beautiful diamond . Spencer's face smiled at you, his eyes twinkling with love.

"Y/N, I love you dearly. I don't care that you have imperfection. Those imperfection is the reason why I love you. When I am on a case, and it starts to be too much, I think about you. That my happiness is waiting for me, and I need to see her. You are my life, and I can't see myself living another day without you. Your qualities might be imperfect to you, but they are perfect to me. I love you and all your imperfections. So, Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

Swallowing back a sob, you choke out a breathy 'yes', before wrapping him in your arms. He hugged you back, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. Your heart fluttered in your chest, you could feel his love radiating off his body and into you. The doubt that you had about yourself forever forgotten. All you could see was Spencer, nothing but him, and how happy he makes you. Pulling away from you, he took the ring out of the box and placed it on you fourth finger on your left hand. Pulling you into a heartwarming kiss, the love flowing through the both of you.

"I love you so much, Spencer."

"I love you too." He kissed you again, but more tenderly. Staring into your eyes, he chuckled. "I can't believe you thought I was cheating on you with Taylor. I don't even like her that much."

You laughed hysterically, clutching your stomach, tears of joy staining your cheeks. God, you loved this man.