So Complicated

So, I'll admit, there is another guy. This one I met in Hebrew school. I was about 11 or 10 at the time and we didn't talk but I remember thinking "WOW, he is cute. If we ever meet again, I hope something happens". At that time I thought his twin sister was obnoxious. She was mouthy and kinda mean to this nerdy kid Daniel.
On the day of the freshman pizza party that happens every year right before school starts, I walked in and was introduced to these two once again. My heart pounded a bit. There is he was again, taller and tanner and leaner.
At the end of freshman year I liked him. I even wrote a poem (creepy, but it was pretty good) about him. We were friends as well and had deep convos on AIM (seriously). But I was always attracted to him.
At the beginning of sophmore year I still liked him. We were still having deep convos, but I would lose my ability to speak whenever he came near me. He figured out I liked him. I had a fit and didn't talk to him much after that. I was still attracted to him.
It is the end of the year again and I didn't really see him much up until like two weeks ago and I am still attracted to him. Alot. But I can't like him. And it's driving me crazy. Nails in palm crazy.
First reason: His sister is my best friend (maybe why I like him. they are similar and I'm way straight, he is like her in really gorgeous boy form)
Second Reason: another of my friends and him had this huge fight rather similar to the one I had with my ex best friend and I can't even imagine the chaos.
Third: He would hate me if he knew what I did to my ex best friend
Fourth: He doesn't like me
Fifth (and this is a point for and against): We are so similar. We are both always right (except when we both disagree). We are stubborn and independent and say what we think.
Sixth: Most of his friends are my friends.

But he laughs at my jokes and my bluntness and he truly is gorgeous. He has beautiful blue eyes that wrinkle when he smiles or laughs. He has a brillant smile and amazing teeth now that he just got his braces off. He is muscly but not overdone. He loves food. He is a soccer player and only wears hoodies (I seem to have a thing for soccer players (and hockey ones) and guys who wear hoodies). He is a great debater and has good sense about life (except for when it comes to his own, like me). He is very smart and articulate and silly. And honestly, however silly this sounds, I wouldn't mind marrying him. He would be a great husband and I think we would be happy.

But it can't happen and it won't and it's almost summer and I hope to forget him. I hope he doesn't realize this happened AGAIN. I don't want to like him. But sometimes when I see him, it's like he is holding a magnet and I am drawn to him. So much so that I have to grit my teeth and clench my fists in order to not run after him. It's so complicated.