I haven't whined to LW in a long time... but honestly, none of my friends can fully understand what I'm going through right now. They just nod, give me a hug and/or that "I'm sorry" look, and move on. Any words of wisdom would be much appreciated. Story (I'll try to be brief): Met a guy. Instant attraction... we talked some more, off and on, and I began to like him more and more. Not only was I into it, it genuinely seemed, for the first time ever, that those feelings were returned. I was convinced that, at 20 years old, I'd finally found my first boyfriend.
I talked to one of his close friends (who's gay), and he said otherwise. I was pretty torn up, so I decided to find out for myself. I sat my guy down, laid everything out, and sure enough... denied. Straight as an arrow (according to him). I was a train wreck. We're talking a good 3 days of constant breakdowns and hating life.
Here's where it gets tricky. He's such an amazing dude, he still wants to be good friends. A few nights ago, he even told me I was his best friend.
I want to be his friend. I really do. But I also want more than that... and whenever I'm around him, it's always at the back of my mind that maybe there's some glimmer of hope for me yet.
This ultimately ends with me crying in my bed, hurt and frustrated... emotionally exhausted. But I'm still at his mercy... I'd do anything for him.
In all fairness, though he isn't obvious, based on his personality/style/refusal to get with girls, most people actually do think he's gay. Part of me is hanging around just in hopes that he'll realize it one day and jump into my arms. Ha.
Anyone been here before?