Suppose I'll start with a brief exposition wherein I explain enough of the background story so any potential reader will have sufficient information to form an opinion.

Two years ago, I was a senior and living in the dorms. On my floor was a beautiful girl who sadly, was already taken. Fast forward 8 months or so, and I meet a girl here on OKC who I dated mostly on, sometimes off until about May of this past year.

Jump forward in time again to this August, the girl is no longer dating her boyfriend. I am no longer dating my girlfriend. We, along with another 2 mutual friends, decide to all move in together. Here, I think to myself, I've got an opportunity to see if maybe she'll warm up to me. I take my time, not trying to impose myself because that would be horribly awkward in a shared residence if it were to go wrong.

Another jump of a month or so, and the 4th member (who could not move in) is now "dating" this interest of mine. I missed the boat it seems. I'm trying not to be awkward nor jealous, but it is all I can do to not walk out of the room whenever they're snuggled up together. Yet once again, I've failed myself. However, she is happy so I'm glad. She's had a hell of a year. And the person is one of my best friends, so I can't be miserable to him either.

Its to the point that I'd really like to just move out so I'm not dishing out bad vibes because I'm a jealous/jilted lover who will never be. I really want to tell her how I've felt for the past two years, but I doubt that it would end well or provide me with the solace I seek. So I've basically got to keep my fucking yap shut, right?

Fuck my life.