I feel the need to make an update on this situation because I can't stop thinking about it.
My crush. We stopped talking for a while, exactly 2 months without speaking to each other after I told him I liked him. I figured it had been too weird for him, so I decided to put everything behind me and just move on.
Yesterday night, during my shift, he showed up at work. (I work as a recepcionist at a hotel. It was my night shift) drunk as hell, crying. I panicked because I had never seen him like that before. I hugged him, he cried on my shoulder, a bottle of wine in his hand. He said his life sucked, everything sucked. He had been dying to see me and hug me...I swear I died. I died right there. My heart was breaking seeing him so sad, so broken, so desperate.
He stayed for a while. I took the bottle from his hand, and we sat together, talked for a couple of hours. He told me he needed to go to the bathroom so I helped him out cause he was too wasted to walk alone. While he walked inside he asked me if there were cameras anywhere and I told him yes and then he dragged me inside and kissed me. HE KISSED ME. I pushed him away and told me it wasn't the right to do things, especially since he was drunk. I left, shaking, like literally shaking.
He tried to leave, I couldn't let him go cause I was scared he might do something but he walked away quickly and even I tried to follow him, he was super quick. He came back 10 minutes later and got a room to stay in, I had help him again cause DRUNK AF.
I sat him on the bed and when I walked out he pleaded, he BEGGED me to stay with him. He literally said "stay with me. Stay with me" I said no, obviously, cause I was still on the clock and he was still drunk and even though I would have LOVED to just stay there and hug him, I couldn't.
I don't know what happened after that cause my shift ends at 8:30 and he was still sleeping when I left, though I told my co-worker to check on him from time to time, to make sure he was okay.
I was told later that he left without being seen, so I guess he was okay. We, a close friend and I, were still worried cause he didn't look good and was sad (he has depression and suicidal tendensies) but he didn't pick up the phone when he called him.
Guess what? He showed up again last night. This time he was sober, but he was so weird for everything that happened he couldn't look at me. He told he felt ashamed...I thought he would forget, to be honest, but apparently he remembers EVERYTHING.
This sounds like a very bad soap-opera but ITS NOT.
















