There was this girl who I was kinda in love with. We always talked on and off at school and I was pretty head over heels for her. At a party a couple years ago I finally got the courage to express how I felt and we ended up spending most of the party together hell she even made out with me and we even left the party to be alone for a bit. I was ecstatic and basically asked her to be my girlfriend and told her that I wanted to take her out on a really nice date. She seemed excited when I asked her out on a date but mostly avoided the question of becoming my girlfriend, but she was kissing me back so it didn’t matter to me at the time. Fast forward a week or two (quite busy with school so we didn’t talk for a bit), I hadn’t heard from her much, I messaged her to convey that I really liked her and wanted to see if she would go out with me now that some time had passed. She took a day or 2 to reply and basically said she wasn’t sure how she felt about me but said she had some sort of feelings for me. Fast forward another couple of days, I was hanging out with one of my closest friends, and this girl happened to come up in our conversation. He tells me that over the week where we hadn’t talked much she fucked some Middle aged drug dealer who’s done meth a few times. Me being naive didn’t believe him at all and decided to ask her close friend (who I was also very close with) about the situation. She basically confirmed it and it broke my heart. Me and her haven’t spoken in years now but some part of me is still hurt about the whole thing.