Oh, that was an understatement. I made quite a fool out of myself because of just how much I fancied him. And I suppose having him live with me for a time before he left didn't help. But by the time he got back it wasn't quite as bad. Part of me still does, but I've also accepted I may never be anything more than a friend to him. I suppose I won't know for certain if that remains the case until I spend more time with him, if I ever go home or he comes back here.