Around the time my long term relationship was ending, I met another man when I moved to a different city. It was immediate attraction for me, and it seemed to be for him too. But he was very shy, younger than me and inexperienced with women, and despite me dropping hints and a few dates, he never properly asked me out.
That was about 6 years ago. We've kept in touch, it always seemed "special" as we got on so well, and we had the same extended group of friends through a shared hobby, although he could behave oddly at times. I couldn't understand why he didn't ask me out, as could some of the friends (particularly the guys). Many of them came to the conclusion he was gay. Advice from friends was generally to ask him out, or try for a snog, and I was rejected.
Eventually I got fed up and met someone else. Almost as soon as he became aware of this, he started chasing me. He would turn up to a lot of places I was likely to be and we decided to go on holiday with another couple. We had a brilliant time and got on so well. But I didn't come onto him, as not quite single and also for fear of being rejected again. When we got back, he asked me out on a proper date. I said yes and then he cancelled. I was pretty sick about this.
Then he turned up at another place I was and saw me with the other guy, whom I had split up with but was friends with. He went very jealous and announced that he had a long term girlfriend whom he was in a long distance relationship with. I didn't quite believe this, but on checking with another mutual friend, it was proved to be true, and to have been going on for at least 4 years. A few months later, he asked me out again, and I said no, because he wasn't single and I was pissed off at him.
The thing is, the whole thing haunts me. I think I was in love with him, and I think about it a lot. But also that someone I knew so well (have even met his parents and work colleagues) could have lived a lie for so many years. Its all so odd. To make it even stranger, since I turned him down, he has literally disappeared. None of our mutual friends has so much as seen him for 4 months and he has given up the shared hobby. He doesn't reply to texts if I send him (and I won't text him any more anyway).
But why? Why live your life as a lie for so long? To what purpose?