We were friends in junior high and the beginning of high school before he transferred. He had broken glasses held together by tape and was awkward and bullied. He thought he was stupid and worthless because he got bad grades and had a complicated home life. He needed a friend. He wrote me letters, and I wrote back. We signed them in this silly way . . .
I think I was the only person he'd ever interacted with on this level, which is why he told me some things that make me wish I could go back in time and do what I should have done (told someone else, an adult, an authority, someone who could have helped him and maybe saved him some trouble).
When he transferred away, I broke school rules to give him a hug. I heard that he got really good grades at his new, public school, which made sense, since our school was much harder and more advanced. That gave him some much-needed confidence, and I thought maybe things would turn out okay for him.
Later, I found out he married one of my other friends from high school, a girl who started attending after he left, a casual, lunch-table friend who told us that she would never believe in Jesus because of all the people at our private Christian school who said they did and treated her and other awkward outsiders like crap. She always told us that we were an exception (and didn't say we were not enough of an exception to blot out the norms) and that we shouldn't blame ourselves for her Jesus-phobia. I didn't blame myself. I understood that logic and arguments can't force anyone to believe in Jesus.
When I heard they were married, I didn't know what to think. Years later, they divorced, and it was messy. Now he's tracked me down online, and he really wants to renew our friendship. He is lonely and desperate. He needs friends and help.
I am hesitant. I've had some bad luck with adult men pursuing me for ulterior motives, and I don't really want to break any more hearts. That couldn't possibly help him. He's hurting enough. Not to mention that now that I'm an adult, I am more legally responsible for anything he tells me.
I don't really know what love does in situations like this. Do you have any advice?