You have found the girl of your dreams. She is smart, funny, sexy, no take that back, beautiful, and she makes the pain in your soul melt way. Life is amaz-oh crap was that a vampire!. Sorry kid looks like you are in a Paranormal Romance novel.
Don’t panic. At the very least if this was a straight paranormal book, you might be in danger. But at least until your beloved officially chooses the guy who can lift cars, read minds, and struggles against his urges to kill her you are probably safe from dying. If you are lucky, your writer will give you a subplot where you end up with a girl who really in the end is better for you. Just don’t go obsessing over the girl for too long or the writer will have to justify it by hooking you up with an infant you have to protect so you can seem less creepy to the readers. Which will of course backfire and seem even worse.
Now lets say you get powers. You are cursed to be a beast of the night. Suddenly you are sexy too, right? Sorry man. This is just to justify you hanging out with the main cast. You can’t be a vanilla mortal chilling with vamps, demons, demi-gods, wizards, and half angels. That’s your crushes schtick . Unless she has powers too, then we definitely can’t understand her choice of a non-superpowered being over something that is basically a mythical creature. It’s all about the suspense.
Not that any of us really expect this chick to change her mind half way through a book. Then we would have people decrying her as strumpet for just kissing the both of you less than a few years apart. Or a tease if she decides that the first guy just wasn't for her. The last thing you want to do is date a female character who has been called out for demonstrating less than feminist values. So in the end I suggest you just run. Run from the plot, and don’t look back. Maybe you will get a spin off.
As a kid I thought of myself as a character like you. Never would I be the golden shining Adonis. The man who wins the fight without even throwing a punch. As if you were better than him. But you aren’t. You are a paragon of so many values. Trust, and stability. And unwavering support of someone you love, as if that’s all it takes. As if women are a vending machine where you insert niceness tokens and get back kisses (this is a very censored version of this simile). In the end, it turns out you do as much damage to our youngsters as the female heroine and beautiful men of our stories. You teach young men without confidence that liking someone who doesn’t like you back, and just sticking around, is anything less than creepy.
The problem is that you are flatter than the paper you are written on. You never change either. You think you love, but really you obsess. You take blow after blow to your pride and sometimes even your body. All to be cast aside.
How about you instead grow? Become a better person, allowing yourself to be defined not by your love for her, but instead, your love for life. How about you work hard on you instead of her? How about instead you support her as a friend, and find someone who likes you back?