<human>: The other night, I went out drinking with a friend. We had been close, but strictly platonic. We go out drinking as friends, per her request. After a beer, she holds my hand. After another beer and a shot, she's guiding my hand along her body. After another beer, she tells me I should've been hers. After one more beer and a shot, we're kissing and sucking on each other's tongues. We both confess feelings for one another, and part ways.

The next morning, I don't hear from her. I text. No reply that whole day. Or the next day. Or the following day, when we see each other but she refuses to talk about it. Instead, she cold-shoulders me and acts as if nothing happened, save for the fact that I can't get within twenty feet of her. This tears me apart, as I don't tell just anybody that I care about them, and it makes me feel stupid for even going out. I would've gladly said no to the best night of my life if I'd known I'd lose her over it, but it happened, and I meant it, and for that I'm not sorry. 

What do I do? How do I get rid of these feelings, or turn them back into platonic friendship, when her actions and words that night stick to me like glue? How do I stop the pain of going from passionate and serious to cold and unrequited?

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<bot>: Got drunk with a close friend, exchanged confessions and saliva. Fell in love. Her love dissolved at sunrise; mine didn't. What do I do?