You said you knew you would hate him... and lied frequently to make yourself appear "cool." Is it possible that its you jealously feeding off him like a parasite? You said it makes you happy at his misfortune. Like as if, you have cultivated your masterpiece and like a puppet master, you enjoy pulling the strings... so is the obsession "love?" I highly doubt it.
Hi, boy...
I kinda think I want his life. He's handsome: every chick just dies for him. He dresses so well, and has expensive clothes. His family is beautiful: he's got great parents and grandparents. He has tons of friends. Sure I envy him, but that's not really the point. I know TONS of handsome guys who have a great family, dress well, etc etc.
Maybe the point is that this guy actually LOOKED at me... while the others always snob me, maybe because they think I'm gay.
He was wonderful.
And, yes, I liked to pull the strings. I liked to be in control of the situation. I liked to manipulate his life, and decide for him who he had to hang out with and whom not. I was a control freak - and I think that maybe that was dictated by the fact that I'm gay and I always tend to control the situation in order not to be discovered.
The worst part is: I'm not really sorry for what I did. I'm sorry that I was busted.
If I went back in time... I would do the very same things. Only I would be smarter to not be busted.
And I also think that a part of me... WANTED to get busted. A part of me purposedly sent him messages that I loved him, because I was curious in his reaction.
I played with fucking fire.
Now I have a new problem. When I picked up my things from our old apt, I found a jacket. It was HIS jacket. Unfortunately it doesn't even have his wonderful smell, otherwise I would keep it. I absolutely have to give it back to him. But I know that if I meet him, I'll go in depression mode even more deeply. But, on the other hand, I DO WANT to meet him. I do want to see him again, ask him what he thinks about me, this and that. I think a part of me WANTS that drama. I think I'm like those drama queen, you know? The ones you see on soap operas. Constantly in the mid of a tragedy.
When I think of him, I still think of him like the love of my life. But you know what? The other day I chatted with an handsome guy... very mysterious, very handsome, and also gay. He's out, but nobody seems to care. He seems very manly. Well, I interacted with him, and, you know what, when I masturbated thinking of him, I felt the same "love" I felt for Sascha. When I came, I moaned 'yeah, Nick (his name), I love you so much'. And in that fucking moment I really did. So maybe it's not a matter of this guy, and how special he was. It's me, and my eyes seeing him that way, because he was 'the only guy'.
I don't know what to think anymore.