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It all started during my second year at university. I had just joined a campus dance crew, something I was both nervous and excited about. I hadn’t really danced seriously in a while, but I was drawn to the idea of pushing myself and being around passionate people again. I was assigned to a performance team, and from the first rehearsal, I felt like I’d found a community. Everyone was so warm, and I started falling in love with the process all over again.
There were a few guys in the group, but one stood out...for all the wrong reasons. From the beginning, he was cold toward me. Not just shy or quiet, straight-up dismissive, sometimes even rude. But I didn’t give it too much thought. I wasn’t trying to be friends with everyone, and I figured he was just one of those aloof types.
Then one day, mid-rehearsal, his demeanor completely shifted. Out of nowhere, he was friendly, talkative, even warm. I was caught off guard but thought maybe he was just starting to come out of his shell. I’m pretty extroverted, while he gave major introvert energy (INFP-ish, if you’re into MBTI). Slowly, unexpectedly, I started developing a crush.
It wasn’t even that he was my type, he really wasn’t, but something about the way he started treating me made me soften. That feeling didn’t last long though. Literally the next rehearsal, he acted like I didn’t exist. It was jarring. I went from thinking we were growing closer to feeling like a stranger again. The inconsistency turned me off completely. Hot and cold behavior is one of my biggest icks, so I dropped the crush then and there.
After our performance, I assumed that would be the end of our connection. We didn’t really speak after that, and I thought we'd drift apart naturally. But then, a couple months later, he messaged me out of the blue. He said he wanted to join the same crew as me for the next year. This was surprising, since we’d never talked privately before. Suddenly he was being friendly, chatty, gossiping like we were close.
I was caught off guard, but I tried to be nice. Maybe I still had a tiny lingering crush...or maybe I was just trying to figure him out. At the end of the conversation, he jokingly said, “You’re really making me join this crew again, huh?” It felt... out of place? Forced? But I let it go.
We didn't talk much afterward, but we did bump into each other at a concert where he was really friendly, smiling, taking pictures with me, chatting like we were actually good friends. I started thinking, okay, maybe this is something. Maybe we are becoming friends after all.
When the next year began, he was, again, super friendly. We ended up on the same crew and even in the same department for organizing logistics. He’d do these small but endearing things, like once during rehearsal he booped my nose and smiled, or subtly adjusted the choreo to put his arm around me in a group move. It wasn’t intense or flirty, just these small gestures that made me think, maybe he actually cares?
But from early on, I noticed he was not the most reliable when it came to responsibilities. Communication issues started stacking up. He’d make decisions without checking in, and I’d be left to clean up the mess. Still, I tried to let it slide. I vented about it to others, sure, but I didn’t make it a huge deal… at first.
Then, other people started noticing the same things. They began talking about how frustrating he was to work with, how he avoided responsibilities and wasn’t easy to trust. While everyone else was dragging him, for some reason, I flipped. I started defending him and even texted him saying how I don't fully agree with what's being said as he was lowkey being bullied. That's when I told him how I felt about him (without the romantic side of things...) and how I didn't like him at first but he grew on me and I would like for him to be more communicative. I don’t even know why. I guess I felt bad? Or I thought he deserved a chance?
That shift brought us closer. We finally started talking properly. He opened up to me in a way I hadn’t seen from him before. He told me how much he appreciated me, how glad he was to be working with me. It was so unexpected, especially since his reputation was being emotionally distant and unreadable. It was the first time I felt like I wasn’t imagining the bond between us.
After that, our friendship deepened. He was more physically present, more verbally appreciative. He even got comfortable around me in ways others hadn’t seen before, he started telling me secrets he wouldn't tell his closest friends. Friends started asking if something was going on between us. It was a fair question, people had never seen him behave like that, and even I was confused. I didn’t know much about his romantic life, but I’d heard he’d never dated anyone and wasn’t really romantically interested in people. That said, his energy? Let’s just say it didn’t read "straight," and he often came across as quite flamboyant. But hey, labels aren’t everything, and I wasn’t trying to assume.
Unfortunately, things didn’t stay good for long.
Despite our “friendship,” he continued being unreliable. Responsibilities were being dropped, things weren’t getting done, and I was the one left stressed. One particularly serious slip-up almost put us in breach of a formal agreement. That’s when I snapped.
I sent a long, angry message calling him out, how he never took things seriously, how irresponsible he was, how I regretted thinking he was a good person. I didn’t hold back.
He never responded.
Not even a word.
That silence hit harder than anything. Because in that moment, I realized he didn’t care enough to even acknowledge the message. No defense. No apology. No conversation. Just silence. And that’s what hurt the most...not the responsibilities, not the miscommunications, not even the crush...but the fact that after everything, he didn’t think I was worth replying to.
Now, we only talk out of necessity. We still have joint commitments to wrap up, but after that, we’ll likely go our separate ways. I’m trying to move on. Slowly healing. But it’s hard not to feel like I imagined the whole thing. That all those nice moments were just me projecting.
I’m not looking for answers about who he is or what he feels...maybe he doesn’t even know. But I’m sharing this because I know there are others out there who’ve felt this kind of emotional confusion too. When someone walks in and out of your life like a flickering light switch, and you’re left sitting in the dark, wondering what was real.
So yeah...if you’ve been through something like this, I’d love to hear how you dealt with it. I’m on the mend, but it still feels like there’s something unresolved. Maybe I’ll never get closure from him, but maybe I can get it from understanding I’m not alone.
There were a few guys in the group, but one stood out...for all the wrong reasons. From the beginning, he was cold toward me. Not just shy or quiet, straight-up dismissive, sometimes even rude. But I didn’t give it too much thought. I wasn’t trying to be friends with everyone, and I figured he was just one of those aloof types.
Then one day, mid-rehearsal, his demeanor completely shifted. Out of nowhere, he was friendly, talkative, even warm. I was caught off guard but thought maybe he was just starting to come out of his shell. I’m pretty extroverted, while he gave major introvert energy (INFP-ish, if you’re into MBTI). Slowly, unexpectedly, I started developing a crush.
It wasn’t even that he was my type, he really wasn’t, but something about the way he started treating me made me soften. That feeling didn’t last long though. Literally the next rehearsal, he acted like I didn’t exist. It was jarring. I went from thinking we were growing closer to feeling like a stranger again. The inconsistency turned me off completely. Hot and cold behavior is one of my biggest icks, so I dropped the crush then and there.
After our performance, I assumed that would be the end of our connection. We didn’t really speak after that, and I thought we'd drift apart naturally. But then, a couple months later, he messaged me out of the blue. He said he wanted to join the same crew as me for the next year. This was surprising, since we’d never talked privately before. Suddenly he was being friendly, chatty, gossiping like we were close.
I was caught off guard, but I tried to be nice. Maybe I still had a tiny lingering crush...or maybe I was just trying to figure him out. At the end of the conversation, he jokingly said, “You’re really making me join this crew again, huh?” It felt... out of place? Forced? But I let it go.
We didn't talk much afterward, but we did bump into each other at a concert where he was really friendly, smiling, taking pictures with me, chatting like we were actually good friends. I started thinking, okay, maybe this is something. Maybe we are becoming friends after all.
When the next year began, he was, again, super friendly. We ended up on the same crew and even in the same department for organizing logistics. He’d do these small but endearing things, like once during rehearsal he booped my nose and smiled, or subtly adjusted the choreo to put his arm around me in a group move. It wasn’t intense or flirty, just these small gestures that made me think, maybe he actually cares?
But from early on, I noticed he was not the most reliable when it came to responsibilities. Communication issues started stacking up. He’d make decisions without checking in, and I’d be left to clean up the mess. Still, I tried to let it slide. I vented about it to others, sure, but I didn’t make it a huge deal… at first.
Then, other people started noticing the same things. They began talking about how frustrating he was to work with, how he avoided responsibilities and wasn’t easy to trust. While everyone else was dragging him, for some reason, I flipped. I started defending him and even texted him saying how I don't fully agree with what's being said as he was lowkey being bullied. That's when I told him how I felt about him (without the romantic side of things...) and how I didn't like him at first but he grew on me and I would like for him to be more communicative. I don’t even know why. I guess I felt bad? Or I thought he deserved a chance?
That shift brought us closer. We finally started talking properly. He opened up to me in a way I hadn’t seen from him before. He told me how much he appreciated me, how glad he was to be working with me. It was so unexpected, especially since his reputation was being emotionally distant and unreadable. It was the first time I felt like I wasn’t imagining the bond between us.
After that, our friendship deepened. He was more physically present, more verbally appreciative. He even got comfortable around me in ways others hadn’t seen before, he started telling me secrets he wouldn't tell his closest friends. Friends started asking if something was going on between us. It was a fair question, people had never seen him behave like that, and even I was confused. I didn’t know much about his romantic life, but I’d heard he’d never dated anyone and wasn’t really romantically interested in people. That said, his energy? Let’s just say it didn’t read "straight," and he often came across as quite flamboyant. But hey, labels aren’t everything, and I wasn’t trying to assume.
Unfortunately, things didn’t stay good for long.
Despite our “friendship,” he continued being unreliable. Responsibilities were being dropped, things weren’t getting done, and I was the one left stressed. One particularly serious slip-up almost put us in breach of a formal agreement. That’s when I snapped.
I sent a long, angry message calling him out, how he never took things seriously, how irresponsible he was, how I regretted thinking he was a good person. I didn’t hold back.
He never responded.
Not even a word.
That silence hit harder than anything. Because in that moment, I realized he didn’t care enough to even acknowledge the message. No defense. No apology. No conversation. Just silence. And that’s what hurt the most...not the responsibilities, not the miscommunications, not even the crush...but the fact that after everything, he didn’t think I was worth replying to.
Now, we only talk out of necessity. We still have joint commitments to wrap up, but after that, we’ll likely go our separate ways. I’m trying to move on. Slowly healing. But it’s hard not to feel like I imagined the whole thing. That all those nice moments were just me projecting.
I’m not looking for answers about who he is or what he feels...maybe he doesn’t even know. But I’m sharing this because I know there are others out there who’ve felt this kind of emotional confusion too. When someone walks in and out of your life like a flickering light switch, and you’re left sitting in the dark, wondering what was real.
So yeah...if you’ve been through something like this, I’d love to hear how you dealt with it. I’m on the mend, but it still feels like there’s something unresolved. Maybe I’ll never get closure from him, but maybe I can get it from understanding I’m not alone.