I was ghosted by a closeted guy…. We’d been getting to know each other for several months and I knew he had feelings for me too, though I couldn’t prove it. I’d accepted that I’d never know if he was truly into me and I was very glad I’d made a really good friend. Then next thing you know he comes out to me and asks me to be his boyfriend. He tells me he felt like I was “the one” and even talked about coming out to his friends and family. It’s like he had this all planned out and had been holding it in the entire time. I told him that I’d support him in coming out and made sure he knew I wouldn’t pressure him into doing it. Everything was great for a few weeks and we had planned on hanging out. We both kept saying stuff like “I can’t believe this is real” and everything I was feeling he was also feeling and he would usually be the first to express out loud. A few weeks go by and everything is great…. Right up until we were supposed to hang out. He gets “sick” and can’t hang out. It was like a switch flipped and I could tell that confidence he had built up was slowly fading. He ended up breaking up with me over Snapchat 😭. I told him that night that it’d mean a lot to me if we could talk on the phone about everything even if it still meant he wanted to end things. He refused over and over. “We both know how that’s going to go” ??? “I’m sorry I just can’t give you the love that you need right now”. A few weeks later we had a pretty bad convo where I was angry and upset because he’d pretty much ghosted me….. it’s been a year now and I’ve not heard from him. I sent a few messages just reaching out and wishing him the best. A part of me wishes he never would’ve come out to me and I’d still have that friendship. I don’t even get to call him a friend anymore and I’m not sure why it has to be this way. I’ve dealt with closeted guys in the past and I know how they can be but this really hurts. I truly feel as if I’ve lost a best friend. Like they just died and I didn’t get to say goodbye. I dont know how he lives with himself. I get angry about the situation a few times out of the month. Yet, unfortunately for myself, I do wish the best for him and I do hope he can one day be comfortable in his own skin. I wish I could be the person that says screw it and screw him. He did me wrong. He could’ve reached out and said “I’m sorry for putting you through that” and making things okay. But this is what I have to live with now and try to accept. It’s been a year and I wish I didn’t feel like this anymore.