When talking to them was literally the only good part of my day. When they casually refered to me as "Darling" in conversation, even with other people around. That's when it finally hit me. I have a very quick and brief romance with this girl when i was 16. She was cute, funny,sweet and absolutely gorgeous with the most lovely blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. So, out of my league by a magnitude unable to be measured by my own sensors then. We had started flirting after meeting online through a mutual friend. She knew how to get under my skin pretty bad and I'd refer to it as "Not knowing if I want to kiss you or clamp my hand over your mouth." Even after long, stressful and probably boring days, I'd still find the time to talk to her about life the universe and everything. I'd listen enraptured about completely boring stuff, because it was her I didn't mind. Sadly, the whole Long Distance Factor and her own commitment issues got in the way. We're still friends, but getting over her back then was hard. And every once in a while I'll look back and wonder if those months I spent chatting into the small hours of the night with her were worth it. I'd say they were, even if in retrospect it hurts. She helped me grow as a person, and I helped her out a pretty dark place. I'd do it again if I had the chance to.