sob stories, what are some of yours? Options

[rOckThISshYt]

i was just wondering what are some of your sob stories. i only want to hear them if they have to do with relationships. here's mine.

i think i fell in love. i'm not too sure when it happened. maybe it was a gradual thing. but i finally told myself that i'm in love today. but there is a HUGE problem. i'm bi. i'm a chick. she's a chick. she's straight. in other words, i have NO chance with her. she's a good friend of mine and i also love her as a friend. i met her at day camp. i got kicked out of camp and i've wanted to make plans with my camp friends for a while, but it's never seemed to work out. so i haven't seen her in a while. but today i was going with my dad to pic up my bro from camp. when my dad parked my group of camp friends was right in front of the car. this girl i'm in love with, steph, she was the first to notice i was there. she saw me through the windshield. she screamed out my name and was so happy to see me. i hopped out of the car as quick as i could and she came flying into me for a hug. i was so happy. i had friends that actually missed me and cared about me. we held each other for a little while longer and let go. i hugged and said hi to all my other great friends from camp. but she was the first to say hi. i remember during the first week of camp, she asked me online who i thought was the prittiest girl in camp. i said she was and she said i was. i know she ment that in a straight way, but it still made me feel so good. and i want to hang with her and my other friends so bad. but i'm in love with her, and there's nothing that i can do about it. well, that's my sob story.

[kyuubi319]

it was in fourth grade and his name was eric. -__-;
we met at the bus stop and hit it off right away, we were best friends and we stayed best friends all the way till the end of fourth grade. but then came the last day of school and he asked me if i liked him, and stupid me said no. we were the only two people on the bus and the bus stopped. he went one way and i went the other. i wished that i had told him that i liked him on the last day of school but i was too worried incase he might reject me. so i said i didnt. all through out summer i worried because i hadnt heard from him. fifth grade rolled around and i saw him at least 6 times on the first day of school and everytime i tried to talk to him, he sank back into the crowd and i never got a chance to tell him how i felt. he never spoke to me all throughout that year, not once, not even during class. on that first day, we both took the same route and i walked right behind him crying and he never knew. he crossed the street and waved and i waved back, but i looked behind me and saw he was waving to someone else. and i kept crying. and ever since then, we have never, ever spoken. damnit, its been three years and i still cry when i think about it, damnit.