Okay, just so it's clear that it's DM's fault.
I was kind of stuck between this forum and Personal Development, because Personal Development is more for self and Love Advice is for dealing with other people. Issue being, Love Advice is for relationships mostly, and I'm not in a relationship with the person in question.
Now then, that's settled...
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Background with the person in question.
Ninth grade, first semester. We had chorus together, and neither one of us got the e-mail that said practice was cancelled. So we were stuck at school from about six to seven in the evening with about ten other people. I don't remember why we started talking, but we did. About a trading card game, actually, and she said something about how the original artist had been fired, but was so much better than the new people doing the artwork. Something about the game dying out partly due to that... Well, we got along well enough. She'd come from private school, so she didn't know anyone, and I'd come from one of many "feeder" middle schools, so not many of the people I'd associated with before moved on to the same place. We were fast friends, sharing many, many interests, showing each other stories and sitting by each other in choir. She's always been a bit of a genius and a hard worker, and I really admired that. Still do. We get our schedules for the next semester, and, turns out, we have Algebra II together as well. We spent the next two and a half years figuring each other out, learning all the quirks, sharing laughs, learning how differently we would tend to act when together and apart. One teacher in particular (of the aforementioned Algebra II class) had us together for two courses, including first-level Calculus. Then she dropped maths, and I took Calculus C with the same person. I was a lot more fragile then, and he became one person I could go to for anything, partly encouraged by the fact that I was more reserved without her, and probably caused concern. Both of us were that way, really. There was one teacher we both had for History at two separate times in our junior year, but when we were seniors, in Sociology together with the same guy. He was a bit surprised, really, because both of us were a lot more talkative and open when we were in the same place. Senior year was when I started to feel interest, though. I wanted to date my best friend. Problem? She's straight. "Possibly asexual," according to her, since the only relationship she's had wasn't her idea, and she simply didn't know how to say no. And it has been established that she doesn't like snogging, either. So I simply ignored it. Got myself boyfriend number six, went from there.
I tried to convince myself to go to her college. I knew that coming here, I'd be alone, or nearly. I knew that I liked her--lord, I /love/ her! So much, too. But you know, that may have been part of it. Add a little distance, keep the emotions in check. I found this campus more appealing. The professors at the other intimidated me quite a bit, but the ones here made me laugh and, when I showed up, tried to make me feel at home, from the very first day. I'd signed up for the seminar taught by the funniest professor I'd met up to that point. The seminar professor doubles as the first-year advisor. But he took a semester off, and I was transferred... Got him back, though. Good guy. Funny as hell. I talk with her every day over AIM. We go kind of half-and-half--roleplay and regular conversation. But she's been stressed as of late... Well, I suppose this is what chat logs are good for, right? Um, let's see if I can find some of the more important things...
When she gets like this, I don't know how to help. I just say what comes to mind and hope that things get better--but it's all been piling up as of late...
Goodness, this is way more than 30,000 characters. >__> Freaking 10,000 character limit. Four posts, then.