the classmate - Amos, as I'll call him - was the only guy in school that I knew for sure had a crush on me, and that drew my codependent ass to him like a moth to a flame. He asked me to Homecoming with only three days to spare till the dance, and I said yes, and we started dating the night of the dance. All was well for about four months, maybe five. We should've ended it before the six-month mark, but we didn't, instead pressing on in the name of what we thought was love