I have a distant aunt with whom I'm pretty close, although our families have pretty much lost any contact. When I decided to go to med school, she kept telling me that I had a cousin — her nephew — who studies there and is three years older than me. I got into med school and of course all was forgotten because of exams and so on. In my second year, when things got harder, I remembered my cousin who's now in his fifth year. I assumed a fifth year student could give me lots of precious information about a medical student's life and what to expect, so I got his phone number and sent him a text to say that I'm his cousin from med school. He was very happy to find out about me and said we should meet up. We texted for days and days and he was very nice to me, and I thought myself very lucky to have such a cool cousin.
When we met up, I felt butterflies in my stomach, and I didn't know why. Then, when I saw a picture of his long-distance girlfriend, I felt jealousy running down my spine. I became very interested in him, and he seemed very interested in me, too, so I started researching cousins' marriages on different aspects: legal, religious, and genetic. I found out that a third cousin is actually an eighth-degree relative, and relationships between eighth-degree relatives are accepted both legally and religiously. It made me extremely happy, but I couldn't see why —I may like him as more than my cousin, but we are still somewhat cousins, he has a girlfriend, and I don't know if he could ever feel the same way. On Christmas I met his parents who are really nice people, and they told me that their son was extremely enthusiastic about meeting me. We still get along really, really well, and sometimes I think that maybe I should tell him, but other times I really don't see the point. What do you think?