Alex, for the longest time, His dad was my squash coach and he was my first proper crush. For 4 years, we spoke lightly. But I was young and it was friendly. And he was engaged. When I was 14, I moved to Amsterdam. Then when I turned 16, he messaged a few times and then things happened and he was in Scotland doing med school. He asked if he could come visit. I had said yes, and he came. For a week, and we talked and still were only friends. Then, he left. And I never knew if I’d see him again because he was back off to St. John’s, Newfoundland. And I never thought I’d go back. September of 2010, I was back home. And so was he. So we talked on Facebook often, and we were friends. But his engagement had broken off before became to visit me. And he was a different person. He was more of a challenge. A dare, y’know? Mean. But true. So eventually he asked for my number and we texted daily for all if 2011. Over the summer, we planned our vacations at the same time so that we wouldn’t miss a day of seein each other. On that trip, he told me he liked me. But I was 9 years his junior, and that stopped us. But September we started being unofficial but I was always scared of his rep and that I’d ruin it. On my birthday, march 2012, he broke up with me. April 1st 2013 he met Nancy, And November they got engaged. He never told me, I heard it from a mutual friend. Anyways, January I told him I lied and that I still love him. That he can’t get married. And he said I was too late, so I asked if we could stop talking. So the feelings can go away. He said he’d miss me too much, and he’d become my habit. And he was right. He is. Last night we threw a small dinner and he was invited (my family don’t know about us). When I went to the driveway to get to my car, he pulled in. Asked where I was going, I said to pick up my cousin. He said he’d drive. So I sat in his car for a good half hour and in that moment I felt like everything was right. He walked Into my house, and hugged my parents like my boyfriend would have. We sat besides each other and spoke and giggled and laughed. And then he left. And reality hit. Hard. This morning, my mum who knows nothing said “when you two sat there, and he touched you and whispered to you… I could’ve sworn he was in love with you. Not nancy.” And so did my dad. And my co-workers have said the same. All of which nobody knew the situation. So… It can’t be just me, can it? And if it isn’t, why am I heartbroken and alone? please help. So, is it right for me to stay in silence and ignore it? Or is it right for me to fight for him and possibly be the cause of an engagement break up?