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I liked a guy when I was in freshmen year, let’s call him Yume.

As weird as this sounds, I will never forget the first time we met. I was first briefly introduced to him by my English classmate, and I didn’t really care who he was at that time.

Then the second time we met, I was sitting on a bench one night waiting for my parents to pick me up from school. It was raining (I think), and he passed by me while carrying some equipment (for his school organization, I assumed). He saw me, I saw him, and we immediately recognized each others’ faces. Yume saw I was playing Pokemon Black on my pink DS Lite, and he started talking to me about Pokemon until I had to leave a minute later. As soon as I got into my car, I remember feeling glad, because I believed that I made a new friend. That night, he followed me on almost all my social media accounts.

We started talking online more frequently, I found out that he played Pokemon, and we shared the same interests. Every now and then, he would link me songs (he was a musician) , and they were really nice songs. And every morning before my English class, we would say “hi” to each other along the hallway, because his first period classroom was next to mine. The more we interacted, the closer we became, and the more I began to realize that I was starting to like Yume.

He was my second college crush (the first one turned out to be a creep), and I liked him… quite a lot. But when my parents found out, they didn’t like it (for reasons too complicated to explain), and they told me to get over him. After they told me that, I became conflicted and confused; sometimes I even cried about it. I continued talking to Yume regardless, because he was my friend first and foremost, and he was still fun to talk to.

Over time, I eventually got over him, and I never told him I liked him. Our online chats became less frequent, and we only sometimes saw each other in school. But we still remained really good friends. He still sent me songs, talked about Pokemon, and if he had girl troubles sometimes he would confide with me. When I wanted to fangirl, I sometimes would message him. When one of his friends – that I liked after Yume – left me for another girl, he would try his best to comfort me. All was good and I was happy.


One night, on the second semester of my Junior year, he messaged me online to ask me if I was free to see one of his gigs. Unfortunately, I told him no, because I was working on my final school requirements. Then he said, “Too bad, you won’t be able to hear your song”. At first I didn’t know what he meant, then he explained: He wrote a song about me… well about my name… during our freshmen year. He admitted that he had a crush on me back then.

Normally when guys dedicate things to me, I would be disgusted and creeped out, but for some reason, when he told me that, I was happy. Not like Oh my god, I love you happy, but Aw, I’m flattered happy. I didn’t see the point of hiding it, so in return I also admitted that I liked him in freshmen year too. For a brief moment, he sounded quite frustrated, but we both agreed that we were happy to have remained good friends.


On my first semester of Senior year, things started to change. We started hanging out more, especially since we started meeting up every morning before my first period.

Yume and I were with our org mates one day, and I was telling him about my recent crush. I told him that my crush was not paying attention to me, then Yume replied, “Maybe you should have a crush on me again haha…” I laughed a little to that, thinking that he meant it as a joke, but after a while, it made me wonder why he said it. It bothered me for a couple of days.

We started chatting more often again, and aside from topics about Pokemon, we started talking about more profound topics… like… life. And I’ll admit, it was nice, because I liked deep conversation. It was my thesis year, so when I had problems, he would insist on helping me. When I had to walk to my classes from the org room, he would escort me. And at first I saw these as things a friend like Yume would do, and it was nice.


It was the day of my first thesis defense, and I was extremely nervous. The night before I told him how nervous I was, and he asked if I wanted to see him before my defense. I said yes, and we met up the next morning. I stayed with him before my presentation. We moved to the school library, and we were sitting on one of the couches. At one point, I was terribly scared, I started shaking and having anxiety attacks. He noticed and after a few minutes, he hugged me and I allowed myself to lean on his shoulder. It felt nice. It felt warm. It felt… safe. And I liked it. When it was time for him to leave, he wished me good luck in the defense. After the defense, he was the first person I texted.

After that day, we continued chatting and meeting up in school, and the more frequent the chatting and the hangouts became, the more I was beginning to realize that I was starting to like Yume… again.

We eventually became a little more physically intimate after that, and I don’t mean kissing or holding hands. Sometimes I would rest my head on his shoulder, sometimes he would rest his head on my… head (because I was shorter, duh). I even noticed that he’d hesitantly rest his hand on my hip, then after a while he’d pull away (it felt creepy, but nice at the same time). We never talked about it, really. We just let it happen. And if neither of us complained, I assumed everything was fine.


My anxiety worsened over the semester, and I’d sometimes tell him about it. One night, I had a breakdown, and I asked if I could see him before my first class the next day. I met up with him, and all I wanted to do was lean on him and cry. We sat down in an quiet area in school, and we just stayed there. I told him I was sorry for crying, and he admitted that hearing me cry and talk ruined his mood for the rest of the day. After that I wondered if I was starting to become a burden to him.

He stopped talking to me for almost 3 weeks after that. He’d cut our online conversations short, and he made less of an effort to meet up in the morning (not that he was obligated to anyway). It hurt me. I subtly asked him why, and he said it was the stress. For some reason that didn’t convince me.


On the day of my second thesis defense, Yume sent me a text message, wishing me good luck. After my thesis defense, he asked me to drop by our org’s Team Building Seminar, so I did. I said “hello” to everyone, including him, but for most of my stay, I ignored him. When he did talk to me, I only replied to him with one-word sentences. After 10 minutes or so, I decided to leave, and he also decided to leave. We were going the same way, so we walked together. He noticed I was in a bad mood, but we didn’t talk much about it.

When we reached my drop-off point, he decided to wait for me. Just when I was about to leave, he told me he wanted to talk, so we did. He noticed our conversations have been becoming more romantic, and I admitted that I liked him. We started discussing what would happen if we did get together, and how unhealthy out relationships would be.

We talked about a lot of things… things I didn’t think we would ever talk about. He was a mess, he looked like a mess (and I knew he was messed up every since I got to know him better, but – stupid me – I didn’t care). As a friend I was concerned, as more than a friend… well… to hell with that, I was worried for him.

After a long while, I had to leave, but before I did leave, I asked him what he thought of me. He said he was starting to like me again, but he said it was best to stay friends. He believed our relationship would be unhealthy (and as painful as it is to admit it, I agreed). He said things were different now. If we were still freshmen, he might have dated me. But we both know that we’ve changed in the last three years.

He asked me if I fell that far already. I said I was an emotional person… Of course, I fell pretty fast… and hard.

As soon as I got into my car, I cried.


A few days later, I noticed that he started hanging out with another girl – a girl I knew he used to like – and it was painful to watch. He ignored me for a few weeks, then we slowly started talking to each other again. It was still painful, and sometimes I would still cry after seeing him for a while.


It’s been eight months since then, and Yume and I are still friends, but not as close anymore. I’m still trying to repair our friendship (and people say he might be trying as well), but we hardly talk online anymore. We never hung out in school, when we still had school. Whenever we did talk, it didn’t go anything beyond Pokemon. Our conversations remained shallow, and (what I felt) lacked substance.

I noticed he began drinking more and smoking more (and I knew he smoked and drank before, but he promised me that he would do it in moderation), he would talk about it  and glorify it every single f*cking week, and it pissed me off.

It still hurts seeing him, and I can’t pinpoint exactly why. Maybe I still like him, or maybe it’s because he’s changed. Maybe it’s because he hurt me emotionally, or maybe it’s because he ignored me when I needed his friendship. Ever since we’ve drifted apart, I’ve always wondered if I ever mattered to him, as a friend or as more than a friend. Because right now, I feel like I was just someone he knows.


There were three guys who made my college life an emotional living hell – the Creep, the Asshole and the Disappointment. Yume is the disappointment.

What made me sad was that he changed… not for the better. I don’t know if he’s aware of it, but he is a nice guy, he was to me. Seeing that gave me hope that he’d be a better person after meeting me. But now… I don’t know what to think anymore.

Yume is my friend, and he will always be my friend, but a part of me will always feel like I’ve lost him. It’s been 3 weeks since I last saw him, and I don’t know when’s the next time I’ll ever see him. I will always love and care for him from afar (because clearly he doesn’t want me with him right now). He can do whatever he wants, and all I can do is continue wishing him the best

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Remember the guy who left me for another girl?

Just so I don’t get tired of referring to him as “the guy who left me for another girl”, I’ll call him Y.

The second to the last thing I heard from a friend of mine was that Y had a new girlfriend, which doesn’t affect me at all (except for the fact that while he has a girlfriend, I’m still praying to the gods of love that my crush likes me back). I guess you can say I’m happy for him? Well I’m not happy for him, but I’m not sad either. I just don’t care, honestly.

A few days ago, I was catching up with one of Y’s friends, and he told me that Y made another “creepy” post about me on Facebook. Before I read the post all I could think was, “Dude, you have a girlfriend, why make a post about… someone who is not your girlfriend?!”. Then when his friend showed me the post, it didn’t sound creepy at all.

He used to call me the sun, while he was the moon (which when I think about it now, it sounds ridiculously cheesy and stupid). The moment I saw that sun and moon metaphor in the post, I was 90% sure he was talking about me, and like I said, it wasn’t as creepy as I thought it would be. From what I understood from the post, he was just talking about how he suddenly missed me, and hopes that I am happy, and pretty much he’s just saying that he is finally moving on.

(Whether that post was about me or not) When I read the post, I didn’t really feel anything. My anxiety didn’t act up, but I didn’t feel all light and bubbly inside either. All I did was stare at my laptop screen, and tell myself, “…okay.” And I guess this reaction pretty much tells me that I’ve completely moved on from what had happened more than a year ago.

When I look back at what he did to me, it was definitely painful, and I’m still having a hard time forgiving him for it. Maybe I did love him, because if I didn’t it wouldn’t have taken me more than 8 months to bring back my self-confidence and finally move on. No guy has ever shattered me in this way. I cared for him… I cared for him so much, I wanted to help him, but he didn’t let me. I’ll admit, I think about how much he hurt me, almost every week. But just because I dwell on it, doesn’t mean I’m not over it. Now, I no longer give a damn. I’ve lost all capacity to even care about what he does with his life. All I can do is wish him good luck.

Just this morning I was talking to another friend of Y about this, and after I told him about Y’s Facebook post, he asked me, “Can you talk to him? Are you ready to talk to him?”. When he asked me that, I couldn’t give a definite yes or no. The last time I attempted to talk to him, he fell for me again, and I don’t want that to happen again. I still have my apprehensions about talking to him. I did consider talking to him again (since it’s been more than half a year since the last time we’ve talked), but after reading his recent post, I told his friend that it’s best that I don’t talk to him, especially since he has a girlfriend now. I don’t plan on unblocking him on my Facebook or phone, I think it’s best if I keep things the way it is.

I don’t know if he still reads my WordPress (and I pray to God that he doesn’t or I’ll be genuinely scared for my life). In his Facebook post, he hopes that I am happy, and am I happy? Well, I can’t say I’m extremely happy. I have my moments of anxiety and depression, because of school and other things (and they have been more frequent since the day he left me for another girl), but I can say that I am definitely better than I was more than a year ago.

I’m single, chasing after my crush who probably doesn’t like me the way I like him, and it’s okay… I’m okay, and that’s all that matters right now.

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A few months ago, we started talking again.

He messaged me first.

I was hesitant, but I decided to reply to him a few days later. Not because I wanted to be friends again, but I wanted to see how he would react if he got he wanted – finally mending ties with me and at the same time loving his girlfriend. It was a normal conversation, except I was using very little emoticons, because I was mad. But he was patient with me, and that really pissed me off to be honest.

I subtly brought up his girlfriend. He didn’t saying anything about it other than it not being a happy news. The a few days later I brought it up again, and I found out… they broke up.

I wasn’t happy obviously, but I didn’t feel bad for him. I just told him to cheer up, even if it doesn’t work when people say that. He told me he was a mess, but I didn’t know what to say other than… actually I don’t remember what I said, but I definitely did not sound comforting. Despite that, he was still patient with me, and we continued talking to each other.

I didn’t consider him as my friend, I felt like he didn’t deserve to be my friend after everything he’s done to me. But I wanted to start talking to him again, because I didn’t want things to be awkward with us. We study in the same school together, and our school campus is really small, I can’t just avoid him for the rest of my college life. At that time I thought we could be just acquaintances, someone I just… knew. But nothing more than that.

One day I was alone, I didn’t have anyone to eat lunch with. He was the only person I knew who was free, so I texted him. He was surprised, but he said he was okay with lunch. So we met up. We talked. And he noticed I was different. More laid-back and sarcastic… a little bitchy, because I was cursing more often. We talked about everything that’s happened in the last eight months. Apparently he was in Japan, and he bought me something. He showed it to me, but I told him I didn’t want it. He insisted but I said no (or I would have seriously stood up and left). We talked about his ex-girlfriend. He admitted he made a mistake and he was sorry. He said moving on from me wasn’t easy as well (if that was the case, why the hell did he break it off?!), and he thought ending things would make him happier. I just sat there listening to him, because I had nothing (kind) to say. We talked some more until I had to go to class, and he took me there.

To me, that lunch felt like any normal lunch we had together in the past. I wasn’t happy, but I wasn’t totally angry. To be honest, I thought slowly, we’d be okay with each other again, but only as friends, and nothing more. I thought things were going to be… okay.

But no.

The next day, we had recollection about love and marriage, his was in the morning and mine was in the afternoon. While I was eating breakfast that morning, he miscalled me. I wondered what was going on, so I called him back. I asked what was wrong and it sounded as if, he didn’t want to say it on the phone. I asked if he wanted to meet before my recollection, and he agreed.

We met up and I asked him to say what was going on. He looked nervous and lost for words at first, but I told him to just hurry up and speak. He told me about everything that’s happened in the last few weeks. He told me he saw signs… signs pointing to me and he was confused. During the recollection they had a couples talk, and he realized something. He realised after everything that’s happened, I was the person being patient with him, and he was really grateful for that. He told me how much I’ve changed and he liked that too… then he just said it…

He liked me again.

And I could feel myself just shut down. I knew this was going to happen. I had a huge feeling this was going to happen. I wasn’t feeling happy… quite the opposite actually…

I was feeling dread, and confusion, I just totally blacked out in my head.

It took me a while to snap back to what was happening. Then, as if the emotional side of me just took over, I asked him to hold my hand. In my mind, I knew I was doing an extremely stupid thing, I wanted to slap my self (kill myself actually), but I guenss that side of me just wanted to see if there was still anything when I held his hand… if I still felt something.

He was hesitant at first, because he thought I was going to break his arm, but he held it.

And I felt nothing.

And that was it. I didn’t like him anymore.

Every single happy feeling was finally drained out by all the shit and pain I went through after he ended things.

So while holding his hand, I told him we can’t be together anymore. After everything he put me through, why the hell would I want him back? He didn’t deserve a second chance and he knew that. But he just wanted me to know he liked me again and that he wanted to win me back. I kept discouraging him, but he kept insisting. He gave me a series of hugs before I went to my recollection. I didn’t refuse (as if the emotional side of me decided to take over and give in). He looked like I was in top of the world, and I felt like… well… shit.

Once I entered my recollection room, my mind immediately snapped back in control, and I felt horrible. I wanted to kill myself, because I handled it so stupidly. I shouldn’t have held his hand, I should have pushed him away when he gave me 3 hugs. Right then and there I was ashamed of myself, and I wanted to just drop dead and die. Throughout the entire recollection I was restless. I had no one to talk to, and I needed to tell someone quick. After the recollection I called my friends I told them what happened. One of them gave me a huge sermon as to control myself next time, because I think I just gave him even more motivation to win me back. I knew that honestly, I just wasn’t thinking properly and acted out of impulse. For two weeks, I hated myself. I wanted to punch a hole in the wall.

Took me a long time to cool down, but once I did I managed to start thinking clearly again. If I really wanted him to stop liking me, I needed to be consistent and show that I really didn’t want him back. So I decided to stop talking to him.

He messaged me again after a few days, and I told him straight-out, that we should stop talking for now, because I was busy (which was mostly true, because I had to study for exams). He was sad, but he understood. Two days later, he messages me again, and I started getting really annoyed now at his persistence. I explained to him at that point about how I was feeling really uncomfortable with him sending me sweet pictures (things he would send me when we were still together), and I told him I wanted to give up on me and just move on. I understood that it was going to be hard for him, but if he plans to move on from me eventually, we first need to stop talking to each other. So we did.

Or so I thought.

He still didn’t stop. He sent me a text two days later, and rather than just snapping at him, I ignored the message. I started getting really scared at this point, because I have no idea what he wants to do anymore. I didn’t feel safe when I was with him anymore. I honestly felt like my personal space was being threatened. My friends we scared for me as well, just as much as I was scared for myself. We didn’t talk again for almost a week.

But then one Friday, he messaged me asking to meet up and settle things once and for all (when I thought I gave him all the closure he needed). At that point I just reached my limit and snapped, especially because he texted me right before an important oral exam… which I was already dead nervous. I replied back and told him to meet me and this time and this place. If he didn’t show up in ten minutes, I would leave.

He agreed to it, and we met up after a few hours. Two of my friends were looking out for me ten feet away, because they didn’t want to leave me alone with him (and because I was genuinely scared at this point). I didn’t even stay calm in front of him anymore, I was pretty much screaming at him (and my friends could tell from afar because they could see my large hand movements). I told him that if we both want him to move on from me, we should stop talking to each other. He kept explaining to me again how sorry he was and how many mistakes he had made. But honestly, I was starting to get really tired of all the things he was saying. I told him again, to give up on me and stop talking to me for 6-8 months. He said that was too long, but I said it was either that or I would never talk to him again.

But before I could say more, my friends decided to pull me away. Before I could leave, he stopped me again, and said he wanted to show me something. I followed him out of politeness, and then he asked me if I received a flower from anyone this week (Note: that week was the week people were giving flowers to their crushes and lovers). I immediately knew what he was going to do, and I said no immediately. He kept insisting I keep it anyway, but I continued to turn him down, because I knew that if I did take the flower, I would be giving him hope, and that’s that last thing I want to give him right now. I wanted him to move on, and for that to happen, I have to stop accepting things from him.

He still wouldn’t stop insisting, and at that point I was so mad, I snapped. I felt like my voice was getting louder and I juste topped thinking. I felt like I created a scene in that area, my friends were looking at me (hell the was a guy staring at us from a bench 2 feet away. My friends called me again, and I told him I was leaving.

Of course I felt really bad for turning him down, but I knew it was for the best for both of us. The last thing I needed right then and there was to like him again, and I plan never to like him that way again. He had made it 1000% impossible for us to be together again, and we both have to accept that.

The next day, my friends blocked him for me on Facebook.

A few days later, I met up with my college friends, and I found out, he posted an extremely long post ON FACEBOOK about everything that had happened, from the day he confessed to me again to the day I rejected the flower (which apparently was really expensive). It also said how much of a mess he was. While all my friends said they felt bad for him… I didn’t. I don’t want to sound mean, but as much as I do want to say I feel bad for him, I have lost all capability to feel bad for him. I felt heartless and it didn’t feel good at all. I was pissed, because I felt like my privacy had been disrespected. He didn’t mention any names, sure, but any person who knew the both of us knew he was talking about me. And I felt really disrespected by that post, as if I became the bad guy (which I probably was). After seeing that post, I blocked him on my phone’s contact list.

It’s been almost 2 months now since we haven’t talked. We pass by each other in school, but I just end up looking away. Honestly, I’m fine if he never talks to me again. I feel lonelier, sure, but I definitely do not miss him. I think I’ve moved on pretty much. I have a new crush to admire, and I’m doing okay in school and in life in general. After everything that’s happened between us over the past year, I no longer feel safe with him anymore.

I feel like a terrible person right now. But if I know this will be for the best for the two of us, then so be it, right?

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