Mr. Wickham was Irresistible (part 1)

Well folks, the time has come for the story of Mr. Wickham. It's one of the most outrageous stories I've ever heard, and now that I'm over him, I'm kind of thrilled to claim that I play at least a small role in the story because it is so unbelievably ridiculous. Be prepared: it's complicated and long. But alas, all good stories are.

So once upon a time in January, my roommate and I became perfectly lovely best friends with this group of 4 boys. They were funny and welcoming and comfortable to be around. And when I say best friends, I actually mean that we latched on to them with more ferocity than expected and then proceeded to spend hours every evening in their apartment when we were supposed to be studying. We didn't take the time to get to know anyone else in our vicinity. We had our friends, and we were fine with that not changing.
Well, as time went on, Mr. Wickham and I developed a tight bond. Whenever we hung out with them (which was every night) I would typically end up talking to him the entire time. However, he had a long distance girlfriend (Ms. Diva), so I never thought anything of it. As a general rule, I try not to fraternize with boys that have girlfriends. But then, on one fateful weekend trip to St. George, it was revealed that Mr. Wickham had broken up with his girlfriend earlier that week.
"Oh, that's weird. They've been dating for a while," was all that crossed my mind.
And then all of a sudden the next day, it hit me like a ton of bricks: I liked Mr. Wickham. A LOT.
When did this happen? How did this happen? It was completely without my planning and consent that this had occurred.
Welp, there it was. I liked him. I was fine with it.
So in the ensuing weeks, life proceeded on as normal. We visited their apartment nightly. Lots of flirting was exchanged between the two of us. It was lovely. And it was apparent to all, or so we thought, that he was returning the sentiment that I felt toward him.
Near the end of that semester, a trip was taken to a friend's cabin. That was a weekend filled with excitement and laughter and friendship. That was also the weekend that Mr. Wickham held my hand, and my heart was all a-flutter. I was thrilled, and understandably so.
I was on cloud nine and nothing could pull me down. My adoration for this boy was greater than for any that I had ever experienced.
To the sadness of my heart, he was moving back home for the summer and he left at the end of the next week. We never talked about what had transpired between the two of us. He left the state for the next 4 months... leaving me in a state of endless confusion and sorrow.
The stage is set... Stay tuned for the dramatic conclusion.

Friendly Kisser. Peacing Out.