I met a guy named Elliot during the first few weeks of college. He seemed like a nice, fun, and musical kind of guy. We bonded over our mutual love of music. I wasn't interested in anything more than friendship at the time, but he had a huge crush on me. I tried to keep things at a friend level from my side for a while, mostly because I was scared to like some and all of the emotions that go along with that, but he kept pursuing me until I sat down with him and told him I wanted to just be friends. Here's where my life's irony gets involved. Once we kept things as just friends, I began to miss him treating me as something more than a friend. At least that's what I thought at first. The way that things went was that once the possibility of us having a relationship passed I felt safe enough to admit my feelings for him to myself. More on why I have that sort of psychology to come in later blogs.

Since that time we have formed a sort of friends with benefits relationship. Things were going fine and dandy and then sometime around December we were drinking and he dropped a bomb on me and any potential we might have had as a couple. "Pysia, have you ever been in love?" "I don't really think so..." "I'm in love with Natalie (his ex-girl friend) and I always will be!" "......." "Why are you sad?" Needless to say, it was a proverbial punch to the gut. Natalie and him had broken up before college had started, but not because they didn't love each other anymore, but because she was going to school in Rhode Island and they decided they should experience college with out anything holding them back. Clearly, this hasn't gone so well for Elliot. The background of his phone is her, half of the pictures on his desk are her, they talk on facebook constantly, text and call each other, he flew out to Philadelphia to see her and spend Thanksgiving with her family there, and (now that I think about it) the night I met him he was playing the song he wrote for her.

This tallies up to a no-go situation for me. The problem that I have now is that I can't get him out of my head. I want to move on and past this and my heart has healed, but he stills strolls around my head. I flirt with other guys, have gone out on dates, and don't hang out with Elliot too much anymore, but nonetheless thoughts of him pop into my head on a daily basis! HELP!

Has this ever happened to you? If so, what did you do to stop thinking about the other person? How long did it take for you to stop thinking about him/her?