Silly I know but ... a long time ago I had such a thing for a man and wanted to develop a relationship but didn't do anything about it though I could have done. He was really a terrific person. This was through a hobby (he was a sportsperson). Thought about him on and off through the years, and saw him again at an event a few years ago. We chatted and got on well but I think that at the time he was in a relationship. He popped into my mind over the weekend randomly and on Sunday I went to find some Christmas decorations in my attic, and came across some old photographs of him. Then that same evening I discovered he was dead, killed in an accident while cycling a few months back, hit by a van. I feel cheated, like I missed the chance for something that never had the time to blossom.