Junior year.

I'm sitting in my English class and I can't take my eyes off the girl sitting next to me. Quinn Fabray. She's my bestest friend in the whole world. We met the first time when she moved into our neighborhood. We were only 6 then, but now we are in high school already. I know she doesn't see us as anything else but just friends, but to me, she is my everything. I'm in love with her, my best friend. Since when? Well, I don't even know. The only thing I know is I can't get her off my mind.

I keep looking at her and I don't really care what is going on in the class. Sometimes, she turns around and catches my stare, but, she just smiles and turns away. I wish she knew how much I wanted her to be mine.

A year later.

The phone rings in the middle of the night, I tiredly roll out of my bed and pick it up. I can hear her crying on the other side. Her boyfriend just broke up with her and she needs me, she doesn't want to be alone. So, I come to her. Sitting next to her on the sofa, I feel my heart aching when I look at the tears streaming down her face.

We stay up all night together and she does feel better. In the morning, when I leave her house, she gives me a sweet kiss on my cheek and tells me, "thank you so much for being there for me, Sam. You are a great friend." I want to tell her, I really want to tell her that I don't want to be just her friend. I love her so much but don't know why, I cannot say how I feel.

Senior year.

A day before the senior prom, she comes to my locker and tells me that her prom dates is sick and he cannot come with her. She says, "when we were kids, we made a promise that if we don't have anyone to go to the prom with, we'll go with each other. So will you go with me? As best friends?"

And I say yes.

When the prom is over, I drive her home. I walk her up to her door and tell her, "goodnight." She smiles, "I've had a great time tonight. Thank you. You are my best friend." I fake back a smile and walk back to my car. I want to tell her but she only sees me as her best friend.

Graduation day.

Days and weeks passed by and now I'm sitting with my friends while looking at Quinn standing on the stage, reading her graduation speech. She looks as beautiful as always. Before going home, she walks up to me and smiles happily through the tears. I hold her tight and give her a sweet kiss on the forehead. She whispers into my shirt, "you are the bestest friend I've ever had. Thank you."

I want to tell her, I really do, but once again, I keep my feelings to myself. I never know why I do that.

A few years later.

Now, I'm sitting in the church, watching Quinn, the girl that I love, walking down the aisle. She's getting married. I watch her when she says, "I do." She's started a new life, with another man.

After the wedding, before getting in the car, she walks to me and hugs me tightly, she says, "I'm glad you came. Thank you." I just nod and then watch her walking away with the man that she loves.

Many years later.

Years gone by, now I'm sitting in the church once again. The tears just can't stop falling when I look at her lying there with her eyes closed. Everyone's crying too, but are they hurt as much I am? I've lost her forever. My bestest friend.

After the funeral, her family gives me a letter that she wrote when we were in high school but she didn't send it. Here's what she wrote:

"Sam, before you read this please know that nothing will ever change our friendship. You are still my best friend, always will. But there is something I want to tell you.

I love you very much, Sam.

I've loved you since I met you the first time in the playground. I know you'll say that this is stupid but I can't help myself. I'm in love with you. Whatever happens, I will always love you. Always do :)

Your best friend,

Quinn xxx"