Spencer

 **Before you read any of this, please note that I could write a series of novels about this whole story. I have a great memory (I'm awesome) and I can recall almost every little detail about my Spencer Stories. I just wanted to give a little lick (not even a taste. A lick is smaller than a taste. Says me.) So, now that you understand, go ahead**
   I was standing in the circle courtyard outside of the mission office waiting for my new companion when I turned and saw an elder coming towards me that I had only seen/talked to once.
  "You got transferred to Vyborg, huh? I just came from there. It's a cool place." I smiled and nodded. He was holding onto the straps of his backpack and smiling at me with GORGEOUS eyes. (I'm totally an eye girl. That's the first thing I noticed.) Someone excitedly shouted his name, and he sprinted off to talk to a group of elders. That was my first real encounter with "Hildebrand," or "Hildy," as most of the elders called him. We were never in the same area, so I only heard about him. Good gosh, EVERYONE always talked about him. Both the members, and elders. He was known as being hilarious, charismatic, fun, and really good at Russian. I didn't think much of it then. (good thing, cause I was on a mission.)
    So, after the mission, I invited a bunch of mission friends to a Jazz game with me. Gotta spread the goodness of the Jazz. It didn't even cross my mind even a little bit to invite "Hildebrand"- we never served together. So, after the game we decided to go to Denny's (the epitome of class) To make a long story short, someone called Hildebrand because they knew that he lived in Salt Lake. They told him to come over, and he did. He sat there, smiling with his hot eyes, and complaining about how no one invited him. Whoops. I felt bad. So, the next time that I planned a Jazz party, I made sure to invite him. I tried my best to be cute and funny, because I began to be really really interested in him, because he was hot and funny, and had really nice arms, and was basically my dream boy. All those things.
    After that, we started to hang out. A LOT. We would either be hanging out, chatting online, or texting. I fell in love with him so fast. I introduced him to the DELIGHT of Roy, he met all of my family, I met almost all of his, we went to St. George together, we saw EVERY movie together, we watched a ton of games together, we went to Thriller, yadda yadda yadda. I could go on and on. We were BEST FRIENDS. (we almost got tattoos) It was SO easy to be with him. Our personalities were so similar. I'm pretty sure he sensed how much I liked him, but I'm a big-time pansy about stuff like that, so I never really came right out and told him. I had never had a boyfriend. I didn't know how that all worked. In high school, I was the "fun one," not the "girlfriend material one." Oh well. So, we were basically dating, but not. We would go out to dinner and movie, just us, and it was just "hanging out."
     He would tell me about dates he would go on, and I pretty much wanted to hang myself...and then come back as a ghost to haunt and eventually hang all those girls he went out with. (too offensive? Violent?) Sometimes when it was just us alone, he would hold my hand. BUTTERFLIES! Let's just say that I was fully confused. I tried soooo many times to stop liking him. No matter what I did, I ended up clinging to my phone or the computer waiting for some communication from him. This went on for about a year and a half. Yeah, I know. Everyone that I knew, besides Spencer, knew how much I loved him. Unfortunately, I was just too scared to tell him.
    After a long long time, I decided I needed to give up a little bit. If he thought I was beautiful, fun, and wonderful, he would've done something about it by now- that was my train of thought. So, my friend in my home ward set me up on a blind date. He turned out to be really fun, cute, and this is the kicker..he liked me right away! So, I went on a few dates with him.
    So, one night Spencer and I were having dinner together. As we were eating, I was discreetly trying to text this boy that I had been on a few dates with. Spencer asked me who I was texting. I figured he didn't care since A. Spencer didn't like me like that. 2. We were just best friends having dinner. D. Spencer didn't like me like that. I told him who I was texting, and he asked me if I was going on another date with him. I told him yes, and THEN...his face went WHITE. He stopped eating and talking. I knew something was wrong, because I KNEW him so well. It took the rest of the night to get him to tell me what was wrong. I had a little tiny inkling that he was bothered that I was going on dates with someone else, but I figured that couldn't possibly be it. THIS IS WHAT HE FINALLY SAID, "When I think about you with another guy, it makes me sick." He told me that in the restaurant he felt nauseous. OH MY GOSH, CAN I JUST TELL YOU ABOUT MY ELATION?! I felt so bad about my blind date boy, because he was so kind to me, and I started to like him, but SPENCER SAID HE LIKED ME!
    We had a little talk that night about why he didn't want to date me before. He didn't want a girlfriend at the time, he didn't want to mess up our friendship, we met on our mission, we had all the same friends, blah blah blah. He reassured me about how he thought I was beautiful, smart, funny, and his favorite person to be with.Those reasons seemed dumb to him then, and he decided that he wanted me to date him. OF COURSE I agreed!
    So there you go. I had a boyfriend. We had an absolutely blissful time dating. (It was an amazingly easy transition!) Soon after that, we were engaged, and then married. I know that I am supposed to be with him. I know it with all of my heart. When we were sealed, our Sealer suddenly stopped talking, sat forward, and said, "I have just received an impression to tell you two that you are meant to be together." WHOA!  I am so lucky. I will never take my Spencer for granted. I can't believe that I got EXACTLY what I wanted. I fall more in love each day, and could go on and on about how much I love him and why. The End. (But not really, cause we've only been married for almost two years.)