I used to be in love with a man--a boy, really. I loved him for all three years of high school and all the summers in between. I was dramatically, faithfully, if-I-can't-date-him-I'll-die in love.
But I never did date him, funnily enough. Never got a chance to kiss him or even hold his hand.
We were close, but never close enough to actually make the leap. Timing was always off. One of us would be halfheartedly in a relationship going nowhere, if only to prove to the other that we were desirable.