He had long hair, drove like a nightmare and I followed him everywhere

There was once this boy who I had an entirely huge crush on and he did not love me back, at all, not even as friends. He was everything I never wanted but I swear to you I loved everything about him in some kind of fucked up way, even the things I hated about him. He was one of those extreme sport enthusiasts, he played the guitar, he had longish, blonde, curly hair. He loved obscure indy-punk rock that upon reflection was terrible and probably worse than your neighbors' garage band. He was a virgin but I'm not so sure I believe that anymore. He wanted to be in love, but not with me. We drank a lot and he ended up in my bed almost as often as I ended up in his. We went on late night walks through the snow when it was 30 below and we didn't care if we had forgotten our jackets.

Then he cut his hair off and then he didn't come to my birthday party. Then he started dating my friend. After that the only reason I loved him was because he didn't like me at all, and this infuriated me. I was entirely used to getting whomever it was that I wanted under any circumstance. He was the only one to reject me, he would have been much better off just giving in. It would never have lasted more than three days, we had nothing in common and he was not smart and I probably would never have gotten along and besides, I already had a boyfriend.

I saw him the other day and said hello, he looked at me as if I were from planet Mars, which I am so it's okay.