Damn :/ Respect for sharing a sensitive side about your life I know it takes guts to type down such a subject, especially if you're the first one.
Here's mine, it's cliche and cheesy I know.
I used to be in love with a girl a year ago, like crazy in love. She was my first real love I think. Always making sure I got to sit next to her on the bus and trying to make as much contact with her as possible, trying to show her my funny side and stuff. I remember I spent 3 days on making a birthdaycard for her birthday, I wanted it to be perfect.
Anyway, 3 months later it was my birthday and I threw a birthdayparty. I invited her and wanted her to become acquinted with my friends circle from my hometown. On the party I wanted to confess her my love and such, and make it the best evening of the year.
There was much booze, and since I was prepping my confession I didn't want to get drunk too much. But she was enjoying the alcohol and my friends were too, together with weed they all got pretty smashed. I noticed she wasn't really in a good condition to hear me out. So I decided to tell it another time, and I finished up the party.
They could all sleep over at my house since I was home alone that night and I had beds enough. We slept with 4 people in my bedroom, including me, my best friend, a friend and her. At random she got into the double mattress together with my best friend, and I slept in the bunkbed with my other friend. We all talked for a while until one by one we all closed our eyes.
I went to sleep until I woke up because of noises from behind me. I turned around, and saw my best friend having sex with the girl of my dreams. I swear I wanted to bash his head in with a hammer and kick the living shit out of him...
But I didn't, I didn't do anything. I just turned around, put my earphones in and listened to music all night until I could sleep, but I couldn't. I didn't close an eye. The next morning I got out of bed at 9 AM, first one to wake up and went outside just to cry for an hour or so.
I still have the image of those 2 burned in my mind, I still want to bash my friend's head in when I think about that night.
Anyway, after 2 months of depression and a summer filled with yolo-moments I can say I'm starting to get over her. Now she's just a friend of mine who I sometimes see on my bus but don't pay too much attention to. And my best friend, has now become just a friend. The girl still doesn't know I loved her, and I'd like it to stay that way.
All I can conclude from this is that life goes on and when you love someone, tell him/her as fast as possible before it turns ugly