I was 6 when I met my best friend at an organized little kids' soccer game. We were casual friends until grade 7, when we started going to the same school and did everything together. He helped me through my depression, I was his moral support and tutor when he started failing classes. 3 years ago, I realized I loved him, and around christmas, gained the courage to tell him so. He immediately shut me down, saying I wasn't good enough. My suicidal depression flared, and only recently got better. I want to hate him for breaking me, but I still love him, if not as romantic material, then as my practical brother and beat friend. I hate myself more than anything for opening this awkward chasm between us, and I know I'm probably just being over-dramatic.