I have a sister, two years my senior. This means we spent most of out lives growing up in similar stages of school and social groups. I had this best friend, we'll call him Kyle. He was there for me through thick and thin. He was the only friend I had ever really had. After spending loads of time at my house in high school, and well into my college years, my sister and Kyle somehow started dating. What they did not know, was that I had fallen head over heels for him from the moment we had met, but I feared saying anything, because I didn't want to lose the only person I had.After six painful years of seeing them happily together, they got married in 2020. I was broken. I could barely speak to anyone on my sisters big day, too ashamed and pained by the thought that I would never be able to tell him how I felt- or how I still feel. Now I have no one.