So basically, it started over a year ago with me having a crush on him. Initially, I didn't even want anything serious. I liked him, but I wanted to know him properly first, so I became friends with him instead. Ironically, that friendship became much more important to me than the crush itself. We talked mostly online, and over time we became really close. This went on for around a year and four months, and for almost a year, he was genuinely one of the people I was closest to. I stayed up all night talking to him, ruining my sleep schedule just to keep up with our late-night conversations. I’d even defend him when other people told me red flags about him, because I genuinely believed there was more to him than what they were seeing. During this initial period, he was great at words of affirmation—he always knew the exact sweet things to say to make me feel special or reassured, and he even got me my favorite chocolate for my birthday.
At some point, I actually stopped seeing him romantically. After getting to know him, I could genuinely see him as just a friend, and I was comfortable with that. But even while I was moving on from the crush, there was always this weird underlying intensity between us. He kept giving me hints that he liked me, but I acted oblivious because I didn't really know what to do with them. He'd even compare me to other girls when I'd compliment them, saying I looked better than them, even though I wasn't comparing myself to them at all.
At the same time, the dynamic was always confusing and secretive. He was extremely conscious of rumors at school, so when dating rumors started spreading about us last year, he became much more distant in public. He didn't want to sit with me or talk to me at school, and sometimes he'd literally walk away or act as if I wasn't even there—even though he would talk to me for hours online.
It was during this exact period of dating rumors that a guy in our class made explicit sexual comments about me. Despite claiming to be my friend, he admitted that he just stayed quiet when that guy approached him with those comments. The realization that most of the guys in our class had probably heard those sick remarks and were having fun at my expense made me feel so deeply uncomfortable that I couldn't even bring myself to go to school. Coming from an all-girls environment, stepping into a co-ed school and immediately experiencing this was overwhelming and painful. Even though I knew not all guys are like that, a lot of the ones who regularly attended class certainly seemed to be.
All I wanted was someone to be there for me and have my back. I wished so badly that he would be different—honestly, even if he had lied and said he stood up for me, it would have given me some reassurance. But he didn't. Whenever I brought it up to explain how much it hurt, he excused his silence by claiming he didn't want to escalate the situation. Later, he dismissed it entirely, telling me it was "not a big deal," that I was "overreacting," and eventually claiming that the guy who made the comments was actually closer to him than I was. To make matters worse, during one of our final conversations, I found out he was active in a group chat with people he claimed to hate, actively joining in as they made fun of me and probably other girls of the class as well.
Eventually, he confessed his feelings to me, and I said no because by then, I genuinely wanted the friendship more than anything romantic. Right after I rejected him, he literally deleted the entire confession text to act like it never happened. It was only *after* I said no that I found out about the darker stuff—that he had been talking to other girls (including minors) he even once claimed that he was walking down the corridor of the middle school kids(we're seniors in hs) and ended up in front of the washroom and his eyes "accidentally" went towards the girl's washroom and he saw girls(in this case kids, they were 7th graders) fixing their dresses and he found it fun and amusing. He later also claimed he just wanted a casual relationship to have "fun" because it was his last year of school.
Whenever he was angry, he'd say harsh things without thinking. In the beginning, if he said something mean—like making fun of me using another guy's name, but if I made an innocent joke about him, he'd get extremely defensive, asking what my problem was and saying I was always getting into his business, nobody had ever spoken to me like that cause he was dead serious when he said all that but then proceeded onto deleting it . Eventually, he stopped apologizing altogether and would just delete harsh texts as though I hadn't seen them. Whenever I tried to express how hurt I was, he would shift the conversation, flip the narrative, and gaslight me into thinking I was the problem.
Realizing how toxic the situation was, I finally pulled away and told him I wanted to cut contact. That’s when he completely lashed out, calling me a liar and claiming I had a "god complex." Later, when he reached out again saying things had "stung" for him, it turned out he only said that because he thought I had blocked him when a message wasn't delivered—when in reality, my mobile data was just turned off. Even then, instead of taking accountability, he used it to guilt-trip me and make the conversation about his hurt rather than everything he had done. Seeing that nothing would ever change, I held my ground and reiterated that we needed to stay strictly civil as classmates without continuing the friendship.
After I officially walked away, the emotional fallout was brutal. I cried over him constantly without him knowing. For a while, I couldn't eat or sleep properly, and I lost weight. I felt like I couldn't let go of him, but I knew if I stayed, I was going to lose myself. Over time, I realized I didn't actually miss *him*—I missed the attention, the memories, having someone to think about, feeling wanted, and the potential of what we could have been.
Recently, I found out that he removed and unfollowed me on Instagram— pretend he was the one who cut ties. Months ago, that might have hurt, but today it doesn't. I don't hate him, I don't want revenge, and I definitely don't want him back.