My crush story is this. I was seeing this cute guy for like three weeks and I was really into him and he drunkenly told me he liked me and that was enough for me to fall head over heels for him. And best thing - he lived in the apartment directly under ours! So easy access.
Anyway so all of my friends knew me and him we were sorta a thing, and one day at a party there's this sorta-friend of mine who's hot and I'd always thought he might be gay. Let's call him Frenemy. But anyway J'Lo's "Dance Again" video came on at the party and he was so into it and I was like to my friends "TOLD YOU HE'S GAY!" and they were all like "Blah blah one girly pop song doesn't a gay make" and I was like "okay...

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Anyway, fast-track that night we all went out to town (clubbing) and I went home at like midnight cause I had to start my awful part-time job at the time at 5.40am. When I got up at like 4.30am I found my flatmates were still awake and drunk-ish and chilling in the lounge and they told me about their night. After town they went to my crush's apartment and watched a movie, noticing my Frenemy "drunkenly" getting weirdly close to my crush. And then they said they left and said my Frenemy was just gonna sleep on his floor.
ANYWAY I had to go to work and was furiously texting my crush trying to get the lowdown and trying to be as cool as possible when dying of jealousy. And eventually he confessed they shared the same bed and he didn't want to see me anymore etc. So I was crushed.
Fast-forward two years, I'm still hopelessly obsessed and they're still happily together. And I forgot to mention my Frenemy is undeniably gorgeous with a nice body.

me tbh. Haven't talked to them once since (but have abused my crush drunkenly and kicked him out of one of our parties - I was a mess!) and managed to mostly ex-communicate them from our mutual friend group though, well at least when I was around.