Her last words to you still blaze through your mind even following the Bordeaux kicking into your bloodstream ,the words still ring in your ears. You were on a date with someone new, the foremost person you actually saw an even a practicable future with since she came in your life and took over the last seven years of your life. She was melodic,bubbly,and trusting about things, the exact opposite of what you've been married to. You remember finally getting the chance to let loose and enjoy yourself, just dancing letting your mind and body move freely for once, alongside someone you desired and who might actually desire you too. But reality came back in a crash when your hazel eyes met bottomless penetrating chocolate ones. She looks likes she longs to say something but, at the same time just doesn't have words for you. She just glares at you accepting your gaze, it happens like it always whenever you look at each other enraged or optimistic, in love or at war, everyone else withers elsewhere, you're the only two left in the world. She breaks it though, making a cunning get away to the nearest door.
You know you should let her go, you know you should stay with your date, you know nothing beneficial could come of this, but effortlessly without bother to even think you follow her. She's barely in form when you get to the exit. you call out her name over and over. You run to catch her breaking your latest pair of Jimmy Choo's just to kick them off and leave them behind. You're out of breath by the time you catch her. Her mascara is down her face, eyes are puffy, and skin is blotchy. The physical spectacle of how a broken heart manifest into a person. You simply ask "Why?" She looks at you with uncertainty, disappoint,anxiety,and abandonment all at once in those charcoal colored eyes."You know why." is all she gives you in return you're not shocked by her response because, she was never candid about these kind of things for as long as you can remember. But, you know what she means, she means love, that there is love lying between the two of you, its like an invisible rubber band pulling us together. She means, She is still in love with you, and she hopes you still feel the same deep down. "You have no fucking right! No fucking right Santana! I'm not yours anymore. You can't come and go in my life as you please. Stop fucking my life !" You let out somewhere between tears and screams. She looks at you unsure of what her next move should be"I'm still yours though Quinn."And, deep down you know your still her's but for the first time you comprehend that needs to change if anything in your life will ever change including you. It's a lot, maybe not from anyone else but from Santana it's a hell of a lot, she giving you everything she has left to give you, she's putting all her cards on the table, she finally being hundred percent open with you. But, it's not enough, it'll never be enough. Love can fix a lot of things in this screwed up world, but this maybe the one in million it just can't. Love can't fix the affair she had with your best friend, while you when to work at a job you loathed with a burning passion to provide for her and your couldn't fix the look in your two little girls eyes as you packed a bag and moved into the hotel room you've been calling home ever since. Love couldn't fix the shattered picture frames, the burned love letters, and the decayed heart you haul around with you. She peering back at you pleading for any words to course from your lips,you crave you could give her what she needs,but you can't give her anything anymore, she's already took it all. You turn around and leaving her humbled where she stands, returning to your date,returning to your future. You vowed to change, you vowed that would be the last time you chase after her, you vowed to move one. And, for the first time you actually have some faith you can do just that.