So this is going to be a long one. So about a year and a half ago, a good friend of mine (who had just come out about 6 months before that, and had hit on me a couple of times... I was "straight" at the time) and I were at a party at his house and were left alone at night in the hottub and started talking about life and his new (and first) boyfriend, etc. Anyway, so I had been tempted for a while to tell him that I thought I might be bi/gay/whatever (I still don't really know but don't care too much right now to label anything). Anyway so we talked for a while and finally decided to go to bed, he offered for me to sleep on the couch, but told him that i didn't mind sharing a bed (because I really kinda wanted to) so we talked a little bit more in bed and I ended up just brushing against his leg and turning instantly hard. So after that we started talking more and more over the next few weeks, and on our senior trip (we decided to room together) I first experimented with him. Anyway over the while I kept feeling guilty and stuff and would get confused because one day it would be women, the next men, but everytime i was with him I couldn't resist. So after a couple months of that I got over it and totally fell for him. We dated for a year until just recently when we both went to college. We are only 45 minutes away from eachother (not by plan per se) but he claimed that it was just too far away and that we needed to break up. At first I kept trying to make it work, then I just gave up and accepted he didn't have any feelings for me anymore. The problem is that each time I think I've gotten over him, something comes up that reminds me of what we had and it makes me miss it and him and it drives me crazy. And I try talking about it (as we are still trying to be as good of friends as we were... not too succcessfully I might add), but he just complains and says he doesn't want to talk about it and that he needs "space and time." The thing is that I really haven't been able to get over him. It's been at least 3 months since we broke up and I still think about him all the time, and all the times/places we'd done stuff at, and it just makes me miss him even more and want that back. I seriously just wish I could have him sleep next to me one more time, but then I realize that i can't and it just makes me even more sad. So then I decided I'd try and get involved with new people around campus, but it's been met with less than little success, and even so I'm still confused whether or not I want to go for a girlfriend or a boyfriend which makes me confused again and I go through my moodswings of guys one day and girls the other. I don't really expect any of you to have any advice, it's just nice to be able to vent. Oh, the other thing is that my friend/ex has been really depressed lately (before we broke up), part of which is because he's unsure of his college decision part of which he blames on me becuase he thinks he decided to go there because he'd be close to me and we could hang out and date and such. He says that he got angry with his decision and as a result tried to push me away so that he could prove to himself that that wasn't why he chose it. It's obvious to me that he needs time to work things out and stuff, and I know that it's silly for me to actually want to wait and hope that we can get back together, but right now I can't see myself with anybody else, and of course I get really jealous whenever he even talks about somebody who he thinks is cute and I'm always wondering if he's having sex with new people (which he says he isn't and I pretty much believe him, but still it's one of those things where I still feel like he's my boyfriend). Hmmmm, it's just hard for me to let go because he's still the only one that I feel comfortable with and I miss having that connection with someone, and I still feel like he has feelings for me, but he is too confused/messed up to say and it just makes me hope that we can get back together, even though my brain is telling me that we never will. It's all just very frustrating and hard and makes me want to just go back 8 months to when it was all perfect and I could hold him in bed. oh well. thanks for reading if you actually read this whole thing, which I doubt because i don't think I've even read this whole thing and I wrote it. Anyway thanks!


























