I'm sorry I can't face you head on and say those three words that you really want to hear. I'm sorry I can't shout to the world that I've been tamed by you. I'm sorry that I' a coward.
I know that I should have told you what I truly fear. I was just so scared of what others will say about me. I guess, between me and him, he's the better person. He doesn't bitch out every day of is life, he doesn't mentally torture people for fun, he's not ashamed to say he loves you.
I know that it's already too late, but I want you to at least know that you're the only person I've said 'I love you' to.
Santana
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You want honest, right, Mr. Schue? You want it to come from the heart?
Well, is this honest enough for you?
Hijo de Puta
A/N: *grossly sobbing* I wasn't crying, f*ck*rs. I just... It was Holly Holiday's 'Landslide'. I was listening to it and I just... it's too much.
I love you, Brittana.
And yes, the last message, the note at the end was for Mr. Schue. This is Santana... I doubt she'd go down crying with feels without swearing at the person who did it to her.
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Dear Glee
FanfictionMr. Schue's assignment - write an honest letter to somebody or somebodies. It may be about what you can't say out loud. It may be something you want someone to know about you. It broke down the strongest Glee Clubber.
