“This is the last one tonight, it’s for Spencer of course. It’s been great playing for you guys, thanks for coming out tonight it means a lot to me to see all of you out here. This song is called Falling Apart,”

“Maybe it’s because I’m crazy,
Maybe it’s because I just can’t,
Honestly tell you what I want.
It’s never enough to stay still and hold you,
To break loose and run the taste of you,
Wild on my tongue.

So wanna be loved?
So wanna be loved?
So come on now
Come on love.”

                “Thanks again!” She sounded defeated and I couldn’t help but to hold my breath. Those songs had all been for me and I felt myself tearing up again as I thought about it. We had to make this work; I would die without her. “Spencer!” She sounded surprised as she walked into the small dressing room. We stood just staring at each other cautiously for what seemed like hours. “I’m so sorry,” She whispered, breaking me. I ran across the small space that separated us and jumped into her waiting arms. She staggered just a bit under my weight but wrapped her arms tight around me as I buried my face in her shoulder. I was crying again; it felt so good to be in her arms again that I could barely contain myself.

                “Take me home,” I finally whispered, making her sigh in relief. “I’ll move in, I’ll do whatever it takes just never leave me again.”

                “I couldn’t,” She whispered back, both of our voices watery from the tears. “I love you so much Spencer,”

                “You’re my everything,” I retorted, finally pulling back just enough so that I could look in her eyes. It didn’t take too long for our lips to meet; it had been far too long. I felt my heart start pumping at a crazy rate as she moaned softly before setting me on my feet and pushing me back into the wall gently so that we could have leverage to run our hands over each other. She sucked my bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled gently before running her tongue over it as if to soothe the small dent. We pulled away, not wanting it to turn too heavy at first. We’d have plenty of time for that later; and believe me time would be made.