Back in high school, I was so in love with a guy. We hung out all the time and flirted. All his friends told me that he really liked me, but we were both too shy to make the first move. I would talk to one of my best friends about it all the time. One day, I told her that I was finally going to make my move when he came over to hang out later that evening. She then tells me that they hooked up about a week prior and she felt too guilty to tell me. I was pissed, but decided that because we were never really together, I would forgive her and move on. A part of me never really got over it, though. We lost contact when she graduated early to move with him when he went to college, and only recently started talking to her again on Facebook. She is now married to another guy. Well, I told my bff that I was in contact again with her, and that I was over it all, but still wondered from time to time what would have happened if I made the first move. My bff still hangs out with her as well. She told me that I should be thankful that I never did make that first move, because he would hit her and was very emotionally abusive. I am shocked by that! He seemed like the sweetest guy ever! I am not glad at all that she had to go through that abuse, but I am thankful I didn't. The man she is married to now treats her wonderfully, and they are very happy. It really is crazy how you think you know someone, and they aren't at all the person you thought they were.