There is no getting over the Boy Next Door

I just found this paragraph in an old draft that I never actually published, and I felt like it was too good not be shared, and it is sadly still applicable to my life:

Then there is, of course, the Boy Next Door still just hanging about all the time in our neighboring house. It's very distracting. He is witty and kind and hilarious and strong. Yeah, he's basically just perfection. And he is also moving away for good in one week. We have become close friends and I just enjoy his company in all situations and I wish with all my heart that we had the opportunity to develop a relationship, but alas, it is not meant to be. He is graduating and moving to the beach to have a real adult job in the big city. Basically he's just moving on, and I'm still here like, "Hey! Look, there's this thing called a job that I don't have."

This was written in August at a point in my life that should have been the end of my Boy Next Door stories. But alas, I can't stay away from perfect imperfection. That is honestly how I feel about him: I feel like he seems perfect because he is so wonderfully imperfect in the best ways. He's adorably awkward, but not too much. He is smart and focused and can occasionally let that be overwhelming. He is adventurous, but not crazy. Basically, I just adore him. And he now lives in another state.
Over the last 5 months, we will call each other and talk every couple weeks and I will leave the conversation in great distress over our lack of relationship. We just get along so well and I honestly believe that if we lived in the same place, then we would be dating. But alas, distance is keeping us apart.

And then he came to visit last week.

Before I tell this story, I must preface with: I am not a terrible person and I do not have a dramatic personality. I must state these facts because sometimes my story with the Boy Next Door can give off vibes that indicate otherwise.

I have a crazy roommate. (I promise this is relevant) I love her, but she is a crazy person and she has weird opinions about the world and her perception of her life and those around her is often skewed. She kind of terrifies me when she gets mad and she is very opinionated. And she is in love with the Boy Next Door, which means she is very possessive of him. She is the reason I didn't pursue him over the summer, because I was trying to respect her. Everyone knows that nothing will ever happen between them, but she just won't accept that. She gets very upset whenever I am around him or speak of him because maybe the day before he moved away back in August we cuddled and talked until 3 in the morning and maybe she came out and shouted at us and maybe he just told her to mind her own business because we're all adults. Just maybe.

So he came last week and called me as he entered the city because I was the first person he wanted to see when he got in town, and so we met up for some food . We decided it was best just not to mention it to my roommate. I saw him a couple of times in his week long visit and my heart was full of joy. I kept getting side comments from my roommate about how she had seen him and it was too bad I missed him yet again. I would just nod and not respond because I was not in the mood to get in a fight over him, and I needed to respond to his most recent texts anyway.

Basically, The Boy Next Door no longer lives next door, but I still feel exactly the same about him as I always have and it's very frustrating because I know I would fail at long distance relationships.