You'll have to forgive me if this post is larger than usual. I'm aching here. I need the room to do so, and would be glad if you guys take the time to go through it.
There's this girl who's... um...
interrupted my world... to the point of madness. And deja-vu seems to be an understatement right now. I fear I'm stricken... again.
I met her in class a year ago and it was probably on otherwise normal conditions. We both shared a mutual 'hate' at least towards our course but for some reason decided to stick with it. None of our friends were in the same course so it was nice to make new friends in each other. It didn't hurt, for me at least, that she was perhaps the most stunningly beautiful girl around. Or... the fact that she reminded me a LOT (and I mean A LOT) of the first girl I had ever fallen in love with. I took that last fact as a bit of a caution for myself, and promised that I'd never, ever let anything like that happen. It wouldn't be fair to my new 'friend'. We got along really well, and there was that sense of maturity you don't normally get with most friends -- a sort of mutual "we'll never go there" but openness on all things emotional. Late-night texts weren't all that uncommon either, but I always tried to stop my heart from going back to whatever place it goes to when it's smitten.
Call me an ass but I think that unconsciously somethings did seep through. She never minded it, at all. Our interaction came to the point where we'd actually wait for the other to show up for lunch and such, even when our other friends were around. It was this unannounced norm that the days we had classes together were days we'd be hanging out, nothing else mattered.
That semester came to a close, and I was the one who suggested that take up more courses together again. She said of course. As though it was ridiculous of me to ask. Again, nothing serious, nothing purely romantic, or purely platonic. A flirtation? If it was it was the most introverted one you might imagine. She even baked brownies and I devoted a poem to her. But no official 'dates', no real 'kisses', a big blunt of nothingness that meant the world to us. It was a connection, yes, but even my best friend's a girl and it... never "felt" like a platonic friendship or BFFs or what you. Though I kept lying to myself that it's what I wanted. We often hung out with our other friends together and at least mine were telling me to stop denying what was there. I shrugged it off.
More semesters continued this way, and at least near the last few months I started to weaken my resolve, and while I again didn't say anything all out, those 'unconscious' statements about togetherness began to be a little bit more conscious from my part. And I hated the idea of ruining any true bond that I have with her, but I did go there anyway. Ambiguity with intention. The worst kind.
She, of course, probably picked up on it and chose not to respond... for a week. So I wrote her back. This time without any of that poetic boredom. I never got a response. I sent her a message on FB, knowing that maybe her phone's off or something (it tends to happen, she recently moved in with her older brother and her nephew's really fond of her phone ? :S

) But again, no response. I saw her online last night but didn't try to talk. I fear I might have offended her in some way and I don't want that. I don't want to lose... another good friend... I don't want to lose the mutual bond we had, platonic or otherwise. I've had already lost a really good friend in the girl I had loved after I told her this. It's wrong. Maybe I'm not MEANT to be conscious about my feelings towards women, at least not when they're in any way romantic. Maybe all that un-uttered attraction was some crazy fiction I cooked up to humour myself. Because at the end of the day, I value her more as an individual than anything else.
I have this really, really bad social voice... the people around me, especially on campus, tend to be shadows. But she... she EXISTS. She EXISTS in my solipsistic world and apart from any other woman I've known. I'm fooling myself again - I'm hurting myself once again. She hasn't responded yet, and with teh year coming to a close I've just realised that the only thing on my mind for the past week has been her voice. Y'know, the one I haven't heard yet. And that ticker of mine is starting to hurt.
Should I move on? Should I just wait and let her decide? Should I really just tell myself to stop trying to love when what is expected is friendship.
Thanks for reading guys.