I can get that. In high school, I didn't have a significant other either. Oh, I had someone I really liked, but she didn't like me (well, she
liked me, but not in that way), and in any case, I was way too shy, too awkward, and too goddam weird for her, or anyone else to ever like me that way (I still am, probably even more so than I was then*) It took all my courage to even ask her to dance once at the Christmas Square Dance, and she turned me down for that one (not for someone else, she just didn't want to dance.)
In retrospect, it was probably for the best. The kind of love I had for her was plain not healthy. It fell clearly into the kind of love the Greeks referred to as "mania"; what Othello was getting at when he said he loved "not wisely, but too well." I didn't love her like a fellow person, I loved her like a goddess, with me as her simpering courtier or slave. It was a good thing that she actually WAS a good person, since, had she not been, had she been a
belle dame sans merci, and taken advantage of my feelings to exploit me, I'm not sure there wasn't ANYTHING, up to and including MURDER, that I wouldn't have done for her gladly.
Still I DO sometimes imagine what would have been if she had reciprocated a bit. And one of those imaginings is us on stage during the tribute to Broadway talent show, singing this, which I actually CAN do the male part of pretty well (even though it is considered full enough opera that even famous tenors like Jose Carreras have done it. It's probably the ONLY song from that musical anyone remembers and it actually comes from the version
before this one.)