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So I think I'm in love with this guy, and he's from a different country. There's no way I could ever understand his language and he doesn't know how to speak in English. Every time I see his photos, I get butterflies in my stomach and that breath-hitching feeling more intense than I ever felt with my past boyfriends. I'm even learning his language just for him and I'm planning to go to his country. Is this healthy? He doesn't even know I exist. I'm not interested in other guys anymore. I don't want to end up an old maid just because I'm still pining for this guy.

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So I had this shallow crush for this guy a couple months back just to get over my other crush. I rarely talked to this one just admired him. Then I got over my other crush after a couple of days. I told this guy after a month and a half that I had a crush on him. He told me he wasn't concentrating on love until grde twelve because of his lacrosse scholarship he wants and he wants better grades in school. His close friend (who is a close friend of mine from 11 years or so now) told me he isn't into dating really. I got over him a bit after singing an insulting song about him for a week. Then subconsciously I kept looking in cars while I was in the car wondeeing if he was in one. I got back to liking him and I think I was just trying to fool myself before. Whenever I sleep I dream of him. Whenever I see his name on Twitter or his picture I melt. Whenever I hear his name I jump a bit and get butterflies even when it is a different person with his name. I walk down the streets and look around to see if he miraculously will walk by my area. I wonder where he might live. Whenever I am ontop of life I think "haha I don't need him" but apparently I do if I can't stop thinking about him and when he is the first thing that pops into my mind. When I see a lacrosse stick I am sick to my stomache. Everything reminds me of him, even when I was eating poutine and I remember he told me that was his favorite food. What is going on wih me? Am I just an obsessive frightening stalker, or am I inlove? I am not known for being obsessive, and I don't think of anything innapropriate so its not as if I want him in that sense. I am known for being sweet and small and cute and kind so I don't think I could be a stalker. Any help please?