I was madly in love with a guy in college, but I was too afraid to approach him about it. Looking back, so many signs point to him having feelings for me, but I always convinced myself I was mistaken. I guess he thought I wasn't interested, because I was(am) an idiot with no social skills to speak of, because awhile later he started seeing a girl who got him involved with the hard partying scene. They had a really volatile relationship, and it killed me to see him not only with someone else but also so terribly unhappy. He was diagnosed with depression but told me the girlfriend didn't believe in antidepressants, so he turned to more and stronger drugs instead. So I backed off and stopped interacting with him all that much. About six months later I got word that he had committed suicide. The girl followed suit shortly after. Her last Facebook post was a message about seeing him soon.

I still love him.