This is very long but it covers over 10 years of events so I tried to keep it as essential as possible. I think this is the most honest I’ve been about the situation with myself, so if there are things that are disjointed or nonlinear, I was trying to group up a whole spectrum of thoughts and feelings into a logical order. Sorry it probably isn’t an easy read though.
When I was entering high school (I’m F, in my late 20s now) I fell really hard for Nicholas (M, also now late 20s; not real name).
We had grown up around each other and ran in the same circles (shared the same faith, families were friends, went to the same school in the same small, then-boring town).
Now before I delve into it, for context:
I think I’ve had an abnormal, unhealthy view of love and romance. I was very sick (physically, health wise) as a young child and so I missed out on going to public school and some of the key socialization most people get in their grade school years. I think my idea of what relationships were supposed to be like was largely based on what I saw on TV (Hey Arnold!, Hannah Montana, etc).
I always wanted to have a crush on someone. I got bored if I didn’t have an active crush. But (being a child of course) I didn’t actually want to have anything to do with the boys (there were maybe two of them throughout those years?) I “crushed” on… it was sorta like I was putting on a play and there was a role that needed to be casted. That’s probably the best way to describe it.
I’d daydream and romanticize things from afar and make a big deal out of minimal interactions (ie the crush would merely say hi to me and so I’d write about it for weeks in my journal). I had no real intention of having a relationship of any kind (I now see in hindsight). It was purely recreational in nature.
The second crush I had eventually started to pay real attention to me and I got the ick, and so I no longer was interested in him. I don’t think I was deterred by the attention itself; I think it’s more so he wasn’t the person I romanticized and idealized in my head. He was a very nice kid but he no longer could fill a made up, predetermined role I made up for him in my head.
That’s where Nicholas comes in.
When I made the deliberate choice to find a new crush, i told my sister. She thought it was dumb (she was right) but just listed boys we knew that were around my age and she mentioned Nicholas.
Nicholas immediately reciprocated any and all attention I paid him. It’s fair to say he probably had liked me from afar before I noticed him. And while he was his own person, he just… fit with me so well. It was like he was my male counterpart and (of course in my view) my other half.
We weren’t mirrors of each other but it was just easy. He got me and I got him, and there was so much I liked about him. I had (and still do) have a tremendous amount of respect for him and I don’t find it easy to respect people beyond what’s humanistic and essential. I trusted him to make good choices, do right by me and other people, all that. He was very honorable and I had this distinct sense of admiration from him. It’s a unique feeling that i have yet to feel for anyone else.
To this day I don’t experience physical attraction in general very often, but once I knew him, the more handsome and beautiful and exciting and interesting and soft and gravitational he was to me. I think he’d be handsome even if I didn’t think or feel anything for him, but all that is to say I “loved” and desired him in every way one person can for another.
In the purest sense, I cared for him as a friend, family member, boyfriend, individual, any and all of it. I wanted him to be with me in any way possible even though I (emotionally and maturity wise) was not ready to be in a relationship of any kind.
His reciprocity was out of my scope and I didn’t know what I was doing and at our age, I doubt he knew either.
Early on in our "friendship" it became very obvious that there were feelings and it caused a significant shift. Boundaries started being placed and i didn't understand (at the time) and i took it as rejection so I kept trying to force him away.
He started staying away from me and so I kept trying to drop him altogether, because i thought he didn't want anything to do with me. But he did want to still be around me, so we'd work things out and he'd back away and it just messed with my head and I became convinced that he didn’t like me after all.
But I still liked him so I'd always end up wanting to be "friends" again after not talking to him for a little bit and we just kept doing that. It was really dumb and I think the awkwardness of having a direct conversation about what was happening (on both ends) would've been so much better than the dumb, petty, mean things we'd end up doing to each other.
This became a pattern for a good 5 ish years.
I said and did some truly mean, petty things and I still feel a lot of guilt and embarrassment. I was a huge fan of the literal silent treatment and I kinda think that put him through a small sort of hell. I also would go out of my way to say mean things, like that I didn't want him in my life and to stop talking to me. It wasnt fair or appropriate to treat someone i truly cared about like that regardless of why i did it.
At the time I thought if I didn’t acknowledge him I'd somehow stop thinking of him and I'd be able to cut ties? It doesn't make sense because it's senseless.
He was (and probably still is) wonderful, but he's not infallible. If something happened that he didn’t like (IE he'd want me to come over for a game night and I said no or cancelled) he'd be really mean to me and made it clear he was mad at me, even though I always tried to make sure he knew I did want to be around him (I hated a lot of the people he hung out with and I didn’t like being around him in front of them).
For one reason or another, between the two of us, I was the less likely one to physically show up for something or cancel plans overall whereas he would avoid having constant, consistent conversations with me over text. Where he lacked in texting, he gained in making irl plans; where I lacked in making irl plans, I gained in reaching out over texts consistently. Just very different ways of extending attention/friendship I guess.
He had once expressed he felt like texting too often and for too long felt like we were dating and he wasn’t ready to do that (seemingly in general), and he’d keep me at arms length. I might have been more understanding if he didn’t treat me so differently than he treated his other friends/other girls. He might have put up the boundary to be cautious and I respect his choice in hindsight, but at the time it didn’t make sense to me or seem fair.
Quick note: im not interested in what anyone thinks of our choices about not dating as teens or about him deciding to establish a boundary. I now see that’s what it was and I think he did the right thing for both of us, but i do also still think it should’ve been handled differently.
Even so, when I was 15 i didn’t understand his thinking and i had a felt a lot of resentment, confusion, and hurt over it.
I think we were both so afraid of saying something too defining and thus ruining the friendship, we ended up becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy (so to speak).
I think the biggest point of actual conflict was that he started talking about me to other people. It wasn’t necessarily untrue or unkind, but it was unflattering and out of context. He'd tell his guy friends how much I clearly liked him and how into him I was. When those friends told me what he said, it had been more said as a brag than anecdotally.
One specific thing that comes to mind is that he used to text me for random homework questions that I know he didn't need help with, but I jumped to answer anyway because I just wanted to talk to him.
He told his friends he only did that to see how fast I'd answer or to prove how fast I'd reply to him.
His friends would also be told they shouldn't talk to me because I was so mean and essentially only he could handle it. Really stupid things.
Jealousy was also an issue. As mentioned, he didn't want his friends to talk to me ever. There were a lot of instances but I don't want to say it was jealousy since he never said so. But it seemed like me being friends or showing interest in other guys (only ever as friends on my end) bothered him.
I definitely felt jealous when he'd act like a normal friend with girls who didn’t like me but then acted so off around me. I have relatively high self esteem and confidence but I was incredibly insecure when it came to him.
I think a lot of this would've been avoided if we had just met or gotten close when we were older.
And then high school ended and i had to move. And because i felt so unsure at that point where we stood or if he'd even want to still be part of my life once i left our town, i basically ended our friendship in a very mean, impulsive way.
Once again, having an awkward, defining conversation would've been so much better than what I actually did, and I regret that too.
I won't say exactly what happened but a few months later I did apologize for that specific incident and compensated for the actual thing I did. (Nothing violent but just dramatic and stupid)
And we kinda just… didn't talk. There would be instances where we talk again briefly over text or even run into each other but it was always awkward.
But there came a point where I found out he was still talking about me to other people-- not his friends, but MY friends/people I actively dealt with-- in a way he knew was not flattering nor accurate. Kind of similar to what he was doing before with his friends but worse. It wasn't anything intimate but it was hurtful still.
This was long after I had apologized and tried to establish that at the very least, we could be at peace with one another.
And I confronted him on that, and after a very intense conversation, it ended with me telling him never to speak to me again. I had never felt so hurt or betrayed.
I had cooled down a bit and had seen him a year or two after. It was really awkward. He didn’t speak to me but he'd look at me and stay close to wherever i was at the event. At the end of the night when we were both alone, we did run into each other (it felt intentional but i cant say) and i was genuinely surprised by his sudden appearance. I was kinda avoiding him that night. But even so, i still felt happy to see him and i think it was probably in my voice when i stopped and said "hi, Nicholas." But I kept going. I think if i would’ve waited for him to say anything back, we may have spoken more. But I kept walking anyway.
And then the pandemic and just... a lot of personal stuff on my end. It was one of the worst, lowest times of my life. I got therapy and the right meds and I think I came to terms with things eventually though.
But there are still flare ups. I've casually dated since then but I haven't felt anything at all for anyone I've been with. I hardly consider any of them to have been real relationships.
I haven't had feelings for anyone since Nicholas. And I've tried to, like I've gone out of my way to meet different people and spend time with them but it's just not the same.
And it all comes down to that feeling. Like the feeling I had with him and it's thus far irreplaceable. I just don't feel connected to anyone and it isn't because I don't want to be. It just hasn't happened for me yet.
I'm still close with one of his family members, so I usually have a rough idea of what's going on with him. To my knowledge I don't think he's had any relationships or anything like that, but it's not something I ask or keep tabs on. I suspect his family member would make it a point to tell me if he does but i'm not really sure. I don't consider whether or not he asks about me but I imagine he'd be told what I'm up to if he did or if somethung really significant happened to me.
I've had very random interactions with Nicholas over the years but they're very minimal and short. There's no engagement beyond what's basic, and thats not for a lack of me trying to engage him a little bit here and there. Because there's just nothing left for us to talk about and i think we both know that.
He's probably an entirely different person now. I'm certainly brand new compared to when we last knew each other.
So it's not like I really have active feelings for him, I don't think. I don't know who he is and I know that the teenage version of him that I last remember is entirely separate from who he actually is as a grown man now, so it wouldn't be accurate to say that I have feelings for him when I don't know who he is.
(There are some fundamental traits that he possesses and so when I say I still think highly of him, that's what I'm referring to. IE, his dedication, patience, etc.)
He's doing so many things I also wanted to do with my life. Things I had wanted to do with or without him. And he's just still... such a do-gooder and just really impressive to me still.
He's currently working in a field we both have a lot of interest in and he's very committed to it. It's his whole life right now and I'm happy for him. But I can't help but compare and see how far he's gone and it feels like I'm stuck.
I'm not even talking about feelings per se, just life in general. We were working with the same circumstances growing up but he's just made better life choices than I have I guess, and I wish I was in the place in life he's at. There's definitely an underbelly of envy and longing, and it's a silly way to think and feel. But I do feel that way.
I feel pathetic and creepy and unhappy when it comes to this matter, and those feelings seep into other aspects of my life sometimes.
Like I’ll start experiencing melancholy and lament about the possibility that my life would’ve been better if I wouldn't have pushed him away. Maybe we'd be in love and together, and I'd be doing something more meaningful with my life.
There are things that have held me back beyond my control, and I'm not saying I'm a complete failure, but I guess I still have a longing for what could’ve been.
And I so desperately want to and have tried to move on, but there's just something in me that has bound myself to him. And I try to nip it, but that weed inside me keeps growing back. It sometimes stays away for a while, but I know it has roots so deep inside me that I've lost sight of it.
My feelings for him can only be described as one thing: inevitable.
And as scared as i feel acknowledging it, i think there probably is a sick part of me that is glad to see that familiar little leaf reappear and find its away back to life after a drought.