There was this guy I ended up having a crush on during the school year. I told him how I felt, and basically how it went down was that he didn't like me, but we could still be friends. I ended up being really annoyed with him for awhile because he was blatantly flirting with me even though he didn't like me that way and he knew how I felt, going so far as to make a guy who was sitting next to me move. Even our art history teacher thought we were dating!
Cue the summer break. I thought I was going to get over him as I do most crushes, but the opposite has happened. There hasn't been a day where I haven't thought of him at least once and I remember how much I trusted him, how much I cared about him. I've legitimately cried when I realize how much I miss him--and I NEVER cry over guys. I guess I'm at wit's end. ):