I fell hard for my old roomate. He invited me to move in after meeting only a couple times and went out of his way to make me feel at home. At first I thought he was everything I wanted to be: smart, good looking, athletic, funny, popular. After a while, I realized that there was something more than just admiration, but a genuine interest in him. He had a way of making me feel like I actually mattered. Whenever I put myself down, he was right there to feed me compliments and boost my ego. He was the only one of my roomates that know I'm gay and he was so understanding and cool about it. It became kind of like an inside joke, where the other roomates were clueless, we'd laugh like crazy. I sometimes dreamed that in the middle of the night, he'd come in my room and tell me he was in love with me and we'd start this passionate affair, but he is literally the straightest guy I've ever met. He's completely open minded and if he were interested, I've no doubt that he'd experiment with another guy, but he's only ever had an interest in women. It got hard to deal with it, especially when he started going out more often and started bringing girls home. He had finally been accepted to med-school, so he was ready to break out of his shell again. We both moved out of the house last spring. I moved back home with my family and he moved back to Utah for med-school. I still talk to him once in a while, but not as often as I'd like. I still consider him one of the best friends I've ever had and I know I wouldn't be the person I am today had I not met him.