I was nuts about J…as was my roommate. I think we’d worked out a reasonable accommodation. 😉 They and another friend organized a “surprise” birthday party for my 19th birthday. I got home from my awful, awful job to what was supposed to be a fun evening, with cake. But J never showed up. Never.
And I never heard what happened; neither did my roommate. J was never heard from again.
That turned out to be the start of a really. complicated. year.
(There is, of course, a lot more detail than that, but most of it isn’t suitable for the intertubes.)