Ok... I'll share my story.
I was working at Walmart in West Virginia. Ooooh yeah. I became friends with my manager, and pretty quickly found out she was having a fling with a co-worker. The fling was with another cashier which is absolutely against the work policy (higher status + lower status = NO), AND it was a lesbian relationship. At work they got a lot of shit from it. Surprisingly, that area of West Virginia had quite a large gay scene. She invited me out to this gay club one Friday night. Her girlfriend invited a friend as well.
And . He . Was . Gorgeous
Do you believe in love at first sight? I didn't. But there he was and I was already head over heels for him.
Every Friday night after that we went to this gay club together with our lesbian friends. The four of us had a great time. We'd watch the drag queen show, shoot some pool, and drink (until I found out he was only 19! I was 23!) Every week I'd call my friend and ask if we were still on and if he was going. Apparently, he did the same. One night he drove me home and his van broke down at my house. We stayed up all night, talking, giggling, playing with tarot cards, eating ice cream. He left at 6am when he was able to call for help. That was the first time we were ever alone together. It felt like a movie scenario "falling in love" scene.
Here's the problem. I was convinced he was gay.
I mean, gorgeous guy, gay club, ME... why would he like ME?
Well he did.
Not too long after he stayed the night we decided to party at our friend's (my boss's) house. I brought over some alcohol and we all got smashed. That night he admitted he really really liked me, but he was too shy to admit it. Then he kissed me. We moved pretty quickly, and a few weeks later we were living together. It was like a dream... I had never been happier. We would dance in our socks in the kitchen, have pillow fights, cuddle on the floor in the living room and watch movies... I remember I bought silly string for his 21st birthday and he got everyone to gang up on me with it. There was still silly string stuck to our ceiling when we moved out. Thinking about this stuff, even now, is making my heart feel lighter.
I have never fallen so fast, loved so hard, or been hurt so much by one person. When we broke up..... it feels like a piece of me is gone forever. Not a day goes by where I don't think about him.
He told me he doesn't know how to love.
To find out that the only person you've ever truly loved has never loved you....