November 13, 2022
Ten years.
Ten years since you watched her golden locks swish in a constricting, harsh ponytail. Ten years since you last saw that all too lovable eyebrow raise.
Ten years since you sat in Glee Club, twiddling with your bic pen, half listening to Finn's latest grilled cheese expedition while always keeping an eye on the girl who owned your heart without knowing it.
You don't know what caused you to think back to Lima, Ohio lately. Back to McKinley. Back to Glee Club. Back to her. You just do. It didn't bother you at first. You figured it was natural. Everyone looked back every now and again. At least, that's what you learned from those damn psychology classes your parent insisted you take.
But those rare instances when you find your mind wandering back to those hazel eyes become regular. Suddenly you stopped halfway through a dance routine when a flash of perfect blond hair passed you. Suddenly you hummed 'Don't stop believing' under your breathe on your way to the dance studio you co-owned with one Brittany Pierce. Suddenly all you heard, saw, though, smelt and breathed is Quinn Fabray.
One night, you can't stop yourself. You'd been itching to do it all along, but your better judgment told you not to. Not that night though. That night your desire to know, to see who she is now, takes full control. You played with the tabs on your browser first, switching from your E-mail to YouTube to Tumblr. You stalled for a bit, because as much as you wanted to know, you also didn't.
Finally, after much stalling, you did it. You punched those eleven characters into your keyboard, twelve if you count the space in between and searched her up. Sure enough, she showed up on your screen. Only four words registered in your mind, and have registered in your mind ever since that night.
I still love you.