Months had passed since the matinee showing of Wicked. And I'm sure he knew I loved him and his catchy sing along songs in his car. I don't think I had ever spent so much time with a person before. I don't think I had ever spent so much time thinking about one person before. But alas, he was in love with another. And that was okay. Or at least I pretended that was okay. It's hard to say whether or not you're happy for the boy you love finding another… I personally must find my dilemma more difficult. He wasn't just the guy I loved. He wasn't just the epitome of perfection. He was my best friend and I knew I'd probably never be as close with another person again in my life. I don't think I could change that even if I wanted to. I don't think I would ever want to. He was the reason I woke up in the morning and the reason I knew the sun shined. He was the reason I was okay seeing Finn come home late from Glee practice at McKinley. He was the reason that I was okay not seeing Mercedes daily. He was the reason I'd be okay. And that was enough.