somehow I just knew. We had a class the previous year and I was praying that he was gay and would make some kind of a move because he was so cute, romantic, and funny. A true gentlemen, the works. Then when we FINALLY went out, I instantly fell in love. I too thought this couldn’t be seeing how long we had been dating, but everything felt right. It were as if we had known each other a life time. But the archilles heel was he wasn’t able to accept he was gay and I pushed too hard thinking it would work, but eventually it turned him away. I say I blamed him, but I don’t I can only blame myself, but it’s hard to say that I ended the relationship by my personal actions and possibly gave up what I thought was the guy I was supposed to be with. I’ve gone out with one other guy since and I felt nothing and all my friends thought he was perfect for me, and he was on paper; but I didn’t get THAT kind of a connection like I did with my ex.