Over the years that I've known her, Quinn Fabray has been everything that I could ever imagine a person to be. A mentor, a bully, my closest ally, my greatest foe and most recently, the love of my life. She taught me so much about the world, and most especially about myself, without even trying, and even though in the end she knew me as well as I knew myself, she still remained a mystery. I always went through life, in this bubble, where nothing, not anything really hurt me… except for her.

No matter how high I built my walls, Quinn always managed to get through. As a result of this I walked through life with my head held high but with a desperately heavy heart and it wasn't until just a few days ago that I fully realised why. She was my everything. She could build me up and break me down in the same sentence. She wished the best for me and would crush my soul to do it. She was harsh and cold, but tender and sweet and beautiful and loving… she was more than everyone saw. She was more than I could ever dream of being and not a day will go by where I won't miss her, where I won't get nervous about seeing her in that Cheerios outfit, with rage and passion in her eyes. Not a day will go by where my heart won't fall at the repeated realisation that never again will I get to see those eyes, those lips and that I won't hear the hurtful slurs or the loving words fall from them.

When I got that phone call, that told me that she didn't make it, my whole world crashed down in front of me. The bubble that she spent so long trying to pop finally did and everything became so real. I knew then, that there was no doubt that I was deeply in love with Quinn Fabray, and that I always will be. With that phone call it came the time for me to accept that in the end it isn't all rainbows and sunshine, like she had always tried to tell me. In the end we all turn to dust. In the end, all I want is to be dust with her.