My best friend doesn't know me, what I am to do ?

After a gloomy week, I decided to look for an answer in Yahoo! Answer since it has helped me a lot. I know I'm going to tell a very long story, but please listen.

I first met Alex when I was 14. One winter morning, when I was at school, the teacher announced that a new student transferred here from Russia. I never liked Russians, and I imagined this guy to be a good-for-nothing scum. But I was deadly wrong. He appeared to be a nice, good-looking, tall and thin guy with very pale skin. The following days he made friends with the whole class excluding me. Well, I was a lonely freak, who never asks and always answer with one word. I didn't have friends, especially no Russian, because my father was an Ukrainian nationalist who barely escaped the USSR.

I remember it very well : I was eating lunch alone in the cafeteria. Suddenly the newbie brought his tray to my table, put it down and spoke with the harshest Russian accent :

"Hi, can I sit here ?"

I nodded. I never wanted to be impolite for no reason. He asked "What is your name ? Mine's Aleksey Rachmanski." and I said "Rafirudov". He scratched his head "You don't look like a Russian to me." "'Cause I'm not. Now eat yours and be quiet !"

That first meet was still vivid in my memory. And although I tried to keep cool, I felt that this Alex guy was somewhat pleasant. After his success on talking to me, he tried to talk about everything whenever he saw me. That in the US it was much warmer than where he came from. That he found the food here very fat. That he thought I was handsome, lovely and sickly stuff. That I talked far too little. I remember how pleasingly annoying he was.

As we spend more time together, Alex's influence in me became bigger. I started to make friends. He said I should take part in sports. I said I hate sports, and he checked my limbs as if he was a physical doctor. He nodded and suggested why I didn't join string puppet club instead.

Time flies. We became 15, then 16, then 17. I remembered very well that once I fell and injured myself very badly in PE class. Alex carried me to the nurse. Although it was a hell-reaching pain, I still felt his warmth and heard his voice : "Calm down baby, its alright..." How dared he call me baby, eh ? And I thought if I were a girl, this would have been the best romance my school had ever witnessed. After that, until I recovered, Alex had help me with everything imaginable and I almost felt embarrassed.

Last weekend, he and I went to the lake in the suburb. We ate everything we bought, talked about the silliest things imaginable except girls. He smiled, then laughed, then smiled. What a cute young man he was ! He joked, "Well, well. Mr. Rafirudov, if your were Miss Rafirudov, I'll make you Mrs. Rachmanski !" I laughed, but I blushed a little. What was I thinking ? Alex is my friend. My guy friend. Save my evil thoughts for a chick. Or is he gay ? Nope, that couldn't be. Thinking that is insulting him.

Well, I couldn't know whether he was or not. Alex said he starved and climbed a tree to get an apple. Accidentally he leaned to much, fell of and hit his head hard on big rock under the tree. Oh my god, how much did he bleed ! I was really panicked, tried to clean his blood, but why was I so stupid, he bled even more. I immediately put him on my bike and rode as quick as I could to the nearest house, in order to call an ambulance.

After a few days lingering between death and life, finally the danger was over. I came to the hospital to visit him. When I said, "Hi Alex, how do you feel now ?", he replied "Who are you ? Are you like the people who claim themselves to be my parents ?"

I was in a great shock that I dropped the basket of fruit I carefully prepared.

Alex has an amnesia due to the lack of blood in his brain. Now he can't remember anybody or even who he is. He became even smarter and nicer, but yes, he has an amnesia.

My best friend doesn't know me. Now, what I am to do ?