I spent most of middle school and nearly all of high school mooning after a young lovely with whom I shared almost all my classes. In my sophomore year I casually introduced her to Ted, the guy who sat in front of me in one of the few classes I didn't share with said young lovely.
She and Ted went on a date that Friday. And again the Friday after that. By the end of the year the young lovely and Ted had made plans for her to graduate early so that they could marry...which they did. I attended the wedding, and those who knew of me and my endless stupid torch-carrying eyed me with sympathy as we all watched them walk down the aisle.
But wait, it gets better. Within five years the YL had divorced Ted and become a fat harridan with bad skin and a worse attitude. My thought upon discovering this was "Gee, I'm sure glad I dodged THAT bullet!"
So you see? Sometimes it all works out for the best! =]
Excellent point.