Okay, so I've liked this boy for a while. I mean really liked, and this is the first time I've liked someone so much. We were in a play together, and everyone in theater is all "huggy" which was new for me to begin with. He invited me to a few get together and I did the same in return. That's where the confusion began.
I thought he liked me too, partially because one of his friends told me he did, partially because he seemed to be all flirty with me. I asked him out one day, and he said he didn't want a girlfriend at that time, so since one of his friends said he liked me, and he was flirty and such, I thought that it was just that.
Now, at the cast party he seemed to be kind of ignoring me, or at least not noticing me. He still talked to me for a bit, but was too concerned with his other friends to dance with me or whatever. I went up to that same friends who told me that he liked me, and asked her if he did like me (note that Alex[the boy] and Liz had been friends since 1st grade), and she said that I should talk to him because she didn't even know anymore.
So I pulled him to the side and told him that he should just tell me if he didn't like me, and he said that he didn't like me, but liked me as a friend. I said okay, and kind of walked away. My friends Carson was standing by where I was walking and she noticed that I was sort of crying, though no real tears, more just glisten-y eyes. So Liz and Carson went outside and calmed me down a bit.
Okay, so now I get to the question. When I was leaving, and came up to me and hugged me and told me "I’m so sorry". This made me start getting worked up again.
To me, it seems like the nicer people are, the worse it hurts when things like this happen. I thinks it's partially because it's hard to tell if it's pity, or if it's just the "you can see but not touch" aspect of it.