Xander-syndrome.
It’s when you have a crush on your best guy friends, but he only
has eyes for the bubbly blonde sitting next to him. He sees you as
his friend, his best
friend, but he doesn’t see that you want so much more than that.
He doesn’t want to see it. I suffered from Xander-syndrome my
freshman year of high school.
I
had a crush on a guy who was perfect, in my eyes anyway. Like any
guy deserving of the nickname Xander he was nice, funny, loyal, and
head-over-heels in love with the one girl he would never have. Like
so many people, he wanted the unattainable ideal. I suppose I did,
too.
He
once told me that I was like a sister to him. No words have ever
stung me more. A sibling is the one completely undateable person; no
sane person would even consider it. I became determined to share my
feelings with him, no matter the cost to my self-esteem. At least
then he would know.
Try
as I might, I couldn’t get up the courage to tell him to his face.
I wrote about it instead. Well, as they say, hindsight is
twenty-twenty. I know now that it wasn’t my most brilliant idea,
but it seemed good at the time. Anyway the fault isn’t all mine;
he completely overreacted.
A
year after he found out about my crush, he moved away. For those
twelve months he would even look at me, much less speak to me. A
perfectly good friendship had been ruined, but at least I learned
that these situations should be dealt with face-to-face, if at all
possible. If I had told him to his face, he would have still
respected my courage at least and the friendship wouldn’t have been
completely destroyed.
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