I am now 29. When I was at school I wasn't popular but I wasn't unpopular. Somewhere in the middle. A guy who i felt was one of my closest friends was desperately in love with me. I knew this. He always tried to tell me but i laughed it off or didn't give him the chance to truly explain. On purpose. I didn't think of him that way and i didn't want to ruin what we had. He eventually gave up and found a girlfriend. We drifted apart.
I haven't seen Michael since. I know through the grape vine that he had since moved to France. He has an amazing life and is so happy.
What i want to confess is even though i have a lovely boyfriend and children and all these years have passed. I haven't stopped thinking about him. I have always been plagued by 'what if?' I dream about him at least once a week. I have tried contacting him on facebook but i never got a reply. Is it possible to fall in love with someone because you miss them so much? I'm so confused and freaked out. I haven't seen the guy in over 10years and i think i love him. I haven't told anybody this ever.