That one week was the most blissful I had ever had. Spencer and I did everything we wanted and, since he was here over New Year’s, I got the New Year’s Eve kiss I’ve always dreamt of.

Of course, I cried when Spencer left to head home. I knew he was taking part of me with him.

“Shh.â€? He whispered, tears streaming down his own face, as he brushed my hair off my face and continually wiped my tears. “We’ll be together again soon.â€?

I nodded, unable to speak because of the tears that poured down my face. I tightened my arms around him and buried my face in his chest.

“Taylor, sweetie. It won’t be long I promise. And we can still talk on the phone and AIM …â€? He trailed off, trying to calm himself as much as he was trying to calm me.

“Spencer?â€? I breathed, pulling back and looking in his eyes. “I love you.â€?

“I know. I love you too.â€? He smiled a little and kissed me, long and passionately. “Bye.â€?

I managed a wave as I watched him walk onto the plane home. All night long I cried, unable to stop.