She's not sure exactly what it all means.  She knows she loves her.  She knows she never stopped.  Even when she ran.  Even when she ran again.  She missed her every day.  Missed those warm brown eyes, that mischevious smirk, the soft hands that steadied her progress and knocked her completely off course.

She'd broken her heart.  Left it in little pieces when she'd run off to Europe after prom.  Never managed to return her calls, for three weeks it'd been like she never existed.  She called him back.  It was petty she knew.  He was her oldest friend, her first relationship.  He'd almost died that night.  Of course she was concerned, so afraid of losing someone else.  But then she slept with him.  Said she loved her, chose her...and slept with him.

That had stung.  She'd told herself then that she was through trying.  Maybe they could be friends, but not lovers, not again.  She'd tried moving on.  She'd tried dating someone else.  But still, it always came back to Ashley.  And then she changed.

She was trying.  Making all the effort she'd never made before to be there, to be supportive, to care.  She even managed to get her mom to Pride.  So she'd decided it was worth another try, worth the risk of another heartbreak.

In the early morning light, Spencer still isn't sure what it all means.  Last night, everything they'd shared, it felt like a new start.  Was it?  Were they back together?  Glancing over at the beautiful brunette sleeping soundly beside her, she realizes that she doesn't have those answers yet.  They still have a lot to talk through, so much to explain.  But she does know one thing - she's all in.