A curious stranger. Or was it strange curiosity?

The other night I was sitting on the light rail after work on my way back to my dorm. I was stressed out and a little upset, but I tried to busy myself in my book. I noticed two young men, maybe early to mid twenties, get on the light rail. One in particular noticed me. I caught him looking at me a couple times, and again attempted to busy myself in my book. It was dark outside, and there were lights on inside the light rail, making the reflection in the window as clear as if it was that of a mirror. I pretended to look at the scenery, but instead I watched the young man looking at me in the reflection. He wasn't creepy looking or weird, and had no evidence of being homeless or crazy. But every time I looked up from the book, he was looking at me. I just tried to ignore him. After about half of the 40 minute trip had passed, he got up. There was no way he was going to come sit by me, that would be too much, even if he had been crazy. I was wrong; he sat down in the seat behind me. "Hey," he said as he leaned forward towards my seat. I still had my nose in my book, trying to ignore his obvious presence. Curiosity overcame me. I turned to him as I tried to pull off the oh-I'm-sorry-I-was-engrossed-in-my-book-and-didn't-hear-you look combined with the were-you-talking-to-me look. I'm not sure if it worked, but he began talking. He apologized repeatedly as he explained that he had never approached a complete stranger with such odd intentions. He went on to explain that he was intrigued by the expression on my face, that I had a "perplexed, fixed" expression. (I had not even been aware I had an expression on my face.) He explained that the emotion in my face was so intense and so real, he felt "engaged," to the point where he would walk up to a complete stranger and risk looking crazy, to get a better understanding. He said in some strange way, he was giving me a compliment-- he could see how much I cared, he could physically see love in my expression. He even used those words. It was so odd, but it was so nice to hear. I'm always so afraid the people I care about, even people who aren't necessarily a huge part of my life, don't realize that when I mess up or when I'm being difficult, I feel it. My actions aren't things I brush off easily. I always feel like I exert so much energy and become so exhausted stressing over the problems I create with people, and I find it so interesting that a complete stranger, someone I had never even had the opportunity to affect, could see it just by looking at my face. It was just such a strange experience.

Yes everybody, Rachel's alive.

I miss my friends, more than words can say. I feel so far from everybody, it kinda scares me. It's my fault though, and I'm sorry. I just want you all to know that even though I'm 'invisible,' I think about you guys all the time.

Just an update..
He calls me every night. And texts me every morning. He got a car and drives here every weekend. He demands to take me to work and pick me up. I refuse. He calls me randomly so he can 'stop by.' If he calls and I tell him I'll call him right back, he asks a million questions. Why? What are you doing? Who are you with? Where are you? If we go out to dinner, it isn't enough. What are we doing now? It's only ten. You don't need sleep. He calls me on Tuesday and tells me he bought me a plane ticket for Friday. When I say no, he gets mad. He doesn't understand how suffocated I feel. And I don't have the heart to tell him. So instead I carry it around. It's not the kind of weight you carry on your back or your shoulders though. It's like a seed, like a twinge burrowed inside my chest. It's always there. The more I ignore it, the deeper it goes and the bigger it gets. It makes me cry sometimes. I feel trapped, yet at the same time I feel like I'm the one being ridiculous. I know it's not right that I can't tell him these things, but he won't understand. I had a bad day today, because I couldn't talk to you... You're the only person that calms me down... I'm not angry when I'm with you... I'm so happy right now, you make me so happy... I'll drive here every weekend if that's what it takes, because I want to make this work... You're the only person I can talk to about these things... You're a factor in every decision I make... I can't imagine myself being happy if you're not in my life in some way... I honestly don't think I can ever feel the way I feel about you about anybody else... Everytime I look at the stars I think about you...

I don't know what to do.