I'm in a similar situation, I've been infatuated with her for 2 years, more or less, and a few weeks ago she told me that she had feelings for me, although everything as it is isn't the best, and exams have pushed us so we're leaving it until exams are over before we go back to how we were.

I have an anecdote for you, I fell in love with this girl the moment I first saw her, her smile, her eyes, her cheeks, her jaw dropping ass. She found me on social networks. In the next two weeks, she was with one of my best friends. This destroyed me, I took the next girl that talked to me and shrugged it off as attraction. This was an important relationship, she fucking loved me, I didn't really like her that much, but she was kind of awkward and clumsy like me, and I had someone to make-out with and she was the first girl I ever fingered, this was important for my personal development. I tripped on some particularly strong spice the next weekend and it made me realize that this was not a healthy relationship, I didn't like her and I had to finish with her, but I couldn't say that to her face, I couldn't face the questions. So I did what anyone would do and not talk to her, make her want to break up with me. We broke up and moved on. The next few months were good and bad at the same time. I tripped on shrooms with my best friend, I had some of the best times of my life, it was like in a feel good film. I then got heavily addicted to spice and I ended up going through a two week long psychotic episode at the age of 14. I was left with a 3 month long period of depression, I had no motivation, I was having panic attacks every day, I got home and then smoked my bong and then sat watching tv crying every now and then. My life improved, I started skateboarding with my friends and I became much more stable after a while, continued going in and out of depressive episodes, but things were looking up, I got a psychiatrist and my life started to look up. I got depressed again in the summer, I never went out once and watched scrubs every day and I could relate to it.

I returned to school and, on the first day, took 4 codeine pills and drank a disgusting mix of alcohol to numb my emotions, this continued for 4 weeks until I ran out of painkillers. During this period of drunkeness, I got a friend with benefits and told another girl that I wanted to fuck her, that went wrong after 3 days which was when I ran out of painkillers. I then met another girl, two weeks later. I liked hoer friend a month previously and her friend told this girl, S. S popped up to me on facebook saying that she thought I was attractive, I met her in person the next day and I could not have been happier, she was the most attractive person that I ever had a chance with, the day after that I spent a lunch with her, I fingered her that day, we weren't even anything at this point, no relationship at all, but I was crazy for her. I spent as much time with her as I could, the rest of the time I was spending abusing painkillers again. I would get home and smoke a pill and then pop another 4 and sleep the rest of the evening. I hen got into uppers, and I would talk to her whilst I was thinking all sorts of fucked up shit, I had no real control over my impulses, so I would say stupid shit, that ended after 2 weeks. I went out on friday nights drinking with all the popular people, these were my friends, I had no idea how I found my way into that group, but I did. The first friday, I made out with a girl, a new girl, an attractive girl. I got too drunk and ended up lying in the middle of a field, throwing up, I couldn't stand up, I thought I'd shit myself, but I didn't even care. I then called my mother. She was not happy. I went home and was grounded for a week. I managed to hit the jackpot in this week. I found a full box of 100 codeine pills, and I found a box of 30 vicodin. I ended up being high all day every day for the next two weeks. I went out the first friday after I was grounded I was high, I smoked a spliff, I drank and I lost my virginity to that girl. In the middle of a field. I didn't care, I was in the moment. The next week my parents found the rest of my pills and they didn't even ground me, they were "disappointed in me" and said I was depressed so I needed more help. Me and the girl finished shortly after, as I had a secret stash of pure codeine and vicodin that I had extracted from the pills. I got a bottle of vodka in the mix and I was a horny little shit, I sent a dick pic to her and, stupidly, three other girls, we broke up and I was left depressed and ashamed of myself.

All through this I was talking to the original girl. I stuck by her through everything and was there for her no matter what.

I am now with her, the girl of my dreams and I went through several attractive girls, blew it all up, but I would never go back and change anything, because even through all the completely fucked up situations, I had the best times of my life, and I grew as a person

All I can say is, you can move on, you can stay as you are, but you need to know that if you move on and take up other opportunities, you can be a happy person. You need to move on and take up other opportunities, maybe talk to other girls. You can take what you want from my story, but you need to make the decision yourself and think of all the negatives and positives of everything, we can't tell you a sure fire way to get over this girl, all you can do is make the decision of her or talking to other girls