This is a long story, but I'll try to be brief.
This guy and I were classmates and good friends from 6-9th grade. During that time, he developed a crush on me and I had a crush on his best friend. Teenage angst and love triangles ensued. This was all in accordance with our age and our drama and exaggerated problems were, of course, the center of our world.
Anyway, this guy's crush on me developed into something a bit more intense.
From the beginning, I knew that we would never be together and my feelings toward him would never be more than friendly. I finally let this be known during one of our many phone calls, when he told me that he loved me. I didn't believe him. I'd heard stories from my friends that he'd been photoshopping pictures of my face onto naked bodies, telling my best friend that he would kill himself if I didn't like him back (he was 15 at the time).
To make things more strange, he would steal my socks and keep them by his bed. As you would imagine, I was creeped out and slightly disgusted.
I always felt kind of sorry for him. He is in no way good-looking and the crush, which was slowly growing into something like an obsession, seemed to cripple his social life. But I kept things on good terms with him. Then we went to different high schools. To keep in contact, I would get an occasional hand-written letter from him, but nothing really crossing any lines.
Two years ago, I graduated and moved to a different country. After one year, I came back for the summer and who was the first person to call on my home phone? None other than that guy, asking if I wanted to meet up. Innocent enough, I thought. We met up, though I made sure to have a friend along to keep it from being awkward.
This time around was different. I could feel it building back up to what it was when we were teenagers. He's lost 110lbs in one year and seems to think that I should be attracted to him now because of it. Not the case. I thought we could be friends because of how many years have passed, but it is starting to become uncomfortable again.
It started back up with him just liking every single thing I did on Facebook. Then him commenting and posting on my wall constantly. He started calling me just to talk, expecting me to be on the phone with him for hours at a time, with nothing really to talk about. He texts me all the time saying things like, "Watched this movie, made me think of you." I stopped answering when I knew for sure where this was all leading.
The thing is, I feel like I'm leading him on because I'm nice to him. For anyone else, that wouldn't seem like the case. But this guy seems to read into everything I say.
Today he called and told me he's bipolar and that he was having a panic-attack. I was in the middle of something, trying to drive and help him out at the same time. He told me he'd been suicidal for two years and was being medicated for depression. He said that when he feels bad, he thinks of me and it makes him feel better. I had no idea what to say to that. I really don't want anything to do with him and have no interest in speaking to him ever again, but him saying that makes me feel obligated to "counsel" him.
He seems to have this has image of me, being perfect and lovely. I may have been a better person, back when we were kids. But I'm not like that anymore. I'm bitter, cynical and I care less about people than I used to. I've become more selfish.
If I can help him feel better, my being uncomfortable around him shouldn't be more important than his mental health. Right? Or should I say enough is enough, because I honestly don't want to be dragged into this or be a part of his life at all? What would be a good way to tell him that I want him to leave me alone, without being mean and depriving him of something that helps him when he feels depressed, even suicidal? Or should I just shut up and endure his awkward advances on me out of respect/fear?