I look up to see a silhouette of the woman I love. She tells me she's leaving, leaving for good.

I don't say a word, I simply stare at her face. The face I've grown to love, darkened by her jacket's hood.

Without saying a thing she turns and leaves not to bother listening to my words.

Now I'm left in the garden where we first kissed, nothing but the sound of chirping birds.

My heart doesn't even make a sound, it sits there completely silent.

The tears begin, rushing in as I'd describe as violent.

First they seep but then they pour, falling to the ground below.

I don't bother wiping them away because right now time is going too slow.

There's nothing better in this world then her love for me.

That's when I sit back, take a look, and I finally see.

She was the one I left for the current love in my life.

My best friend, my soul mate, my future wife.

I come back from the depths I am currently at.

Lifting myself off the step where I am sat.

I walk towards the familiar house down my street.

A house where I know my true love and I will meet.

It's been months upon months and maybe a few days.

Will she still live here or was this just a phase?

As I knock on the door it makes me step back a few.

The door opens wide as I see something new.

Her face a shade lighter, her eyes still as blue.

Her smile the same, and her long blonde locks too.

"Santana..." she says.

"Brittany..." I reply.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was in the neighborhood".

"Have you been crying?"

How did she know, were there still tears in my eyes?

Or was she still the best at catching all my lies?

I turned my face away from that look.

She was reading my mind just like a book.

"I haven't seen you in months..."

"I'm sorry".

"Sorry for what?"

"For leaving you behind".

She stared at me without saying a thing.

I looked at her hand, she's still wearing the ring.

"You're still wearing the ring" I said.

"I never take it off" she replied.

"How have you been?"

"Santana...your here for a reason. Don't try and avoid telling me. What's going on?"

Do I tell her everything? Do I tell her exactly how I feel?

Am I just dreaming? Or is this all real?

I look up and see that look she always gives.

I can't believe that look still lives.

I flash her a smile to take my hurt look off her mind.

She stares back and I'm scared what she'll find.

"You have been crying! Is everything okay?" she asks me.

"...Natalie left me".

Without hesitation, she wraps her arms around my neck.

She pulls me in and yet again, I'm a wreck.

She holds me and holds me, she's not letting go.

She knows I've sunk to my ultimate low.

"I'm sorry I didn't run after you. I shouldn't of let you go so easily. I shouldn't of listened to you when you said we were doing the mature thing. The mature thing would've been us fighting for love. I never stopped loving you and I never will. I gave you the chance to move on, I let you find someone else and I didn't even bother to fight for you".

I dug my face deeper into her shoulder.

My heart was now rock hard, just like a boulder.

I found it hard to breathe the fresh air.

Her words let me know that she really still cared.

"I love you Brittany S. Pierce".

"Forever and always Santana Lopez".

"When I told you we were doing the mature thing by breaking up, I was only doing it because I loved you. I wanted you to be happy, to be able to experience love because I was too far away for you to enjoy every waking moment in my heart. I never spent a moment when you weren't with me not thinking about you. I'm an idiot for ever letting you go".

Her eyes welled up as she smiled through tears.

I was afraid of this for so long, one of my biggest fears.

Falling in love wasn't easy for me.

But my best friend, my soul mate, future wife helped me see.

It was her, it always has been and always will be.

Brittany S. Pierce and little ol' me.