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"I love you too" was that so difficult to say? Well, actually, it was. "I don't wanna lose you", "I'm confused", "Of course we can still be friends" There's a million things I could have said. I've been reliving that moment in my head every night for the past year. My best friend, the best girl I've ever met, she told me she loved me and I couldn't find one word to say back, I was paralyzed, I don't know what I was so afraid of. For the first six months I convinced myself that I was being as selfless as I could, I couldn't be her friend if I didn't return the feelings she had, it was unfair to her. So I didn't allow myself to think about it, because it was the right thing to do. For her.

But as time passed by I realized I've been feeling the same way she has all along, so I told myself that I was too afraid to lose her as a friend, a year and a half now and I know, I get it, I lost her anyway.

Because after that night she tried to keep being friends but I simply pushed her away, ignored her completely. I thought that way I wouldn't hurt her too much. But I hurt her anyway and I hurt her a lot. Don't get me wrong, I'm not proud of those days, I would do it completely different now but I just didn't know better back then.

"Rach please, can we just talk? I can move on, y'know? We don't have to stop being friends… Rigel…?" Voice messages like that were a constant on my cellphone. But I said it before and I'll say it again, it wouldn't have been fair to her. So I never called her back.

The last time she tried was at school… she found me practicing alone in the auditorium and as I tried to ran away she grabbed my arm and whispered "I thought we were best friends, I… I get that you're not in love with me, but at least I thought you cared about me. Did I ever mean anything to you? How can you pretend I don't exist anymore?"

She was crying and it was breaking my heart (it's amazing how it can always break a little more) so I couldn't look at her as I answered "I can because I have to. It's the right thing to do, Quinn". I got off her grip and left her alone in that big dark place. Calling her 'Quinn' sounded extremely weird, it seems to me that I never called her that way, so I know what it must had been for her to hear it, but it was what she needed, I thought, calling her Quinn was the fastest way of telling her we were not friends anymore.

After that, as expected, she stopped trying to reach me and started hanging out more and more with her cheerios friends. She was the sweetest person over this planet and because of me she became the Ice Queen (no pun intended). For the past year Quinn Fabray hasn't been herself and I'm to blame.

Seeing her being all bicthy and cold broke –and still breaks- my heart, but me being the cause of that… well, it tears my soul apart. After really ignoring me for a long time (she was way better than me on that account) she began to name-calling me, which at first I found nice, at least she was acknowledging my existence. But then it just hurt me, because I knew that not only I had lost her completely but she lost herself too.

I was in a hurry that day, I was peeing myself to be honest. And I needed to get to the bathroom ASAP. So I ran… and BAM! There she was. I bumped into my ex-best friend who was minding her own business with the toughest and meanest cheerio… Santana. I fell on the floor and stared at Quinn. "I'm sorry" I said quickly. The blonde looked down on me, recomposed herself and spoke her first words at me since that day at the auditorium. "Watch where you're going, Man Hands!" Santana laughed and they kept walking. I couldn't bring myself to stand up, I honestly was glad that she'd talked to me, but deep down it wasn't good at all.

I wish I could say the worst part of this was the name-calling or when she ignored me. But it wasn't. The day I will never forget was the one it hurt the most. It wasn't too long ago, it was at the beginning of this year, Quinn Fabray had become Captain of the Cheerios, and as such there's certain things you MUST do. I get that. What I will never comprehend was why I was her target. I was walking to Math when all of the sudden I saw her coming towards me, slushie in hand… and I swear I didn't see it coming. It sounds cheesy but I didn't feel it in my face, it didn't do anything to my pride or self esteem, that slushie hit my heart. I learned then that I didn't know her anymore. But I feel the need to repeat that this is all my fault. I could never blame her for any of this. No matter how bad she treats me or how many slushies she throws at me. I deserve it.

While I tried to live without my Quinnie Pooh this past year and a half, I've been trying to get distracted with school, Glee club and any other activity I could think of (mostly uploading videos to MySpace). But I didn't really enjoy any of it.

Now, Mr. Schue is taking over Glee Club and I'm hoping this will be a good change. He seems very excited about it and he dreams to take us to Nationals, and as we all know, big things happened when we dream big. So I want to take this chance to focus on my career and stop thinking about the blonde that was once my best friend and is now the girl of my dreams.