We broke up. He decided that our lives are going in different directions. I think our age difference finally got to him…maybe he got tired of my insecurities. It’s for the best. But it still sucks. He expects me to move on with my life. I told him I would. I don’t want him to worry about me. But the truth is, I’m scared. I don’t know what to do. I can’t move on. Obviously, with time, I’ll get better. But it’s really difficult. I don’t even want to talk to anyone but him. But I’ve forced myself to not text him. He wants his space and I need to respect that. I just wish he’d broken up with me in person. Like a man. It would have been easier. Breaking up by text makes it not seem real. Like he’s still gonna come over tomorrow and everything will go back to normal. He’s not coming back. He’s not gonna write to me. He’s not gonna ask how I’m doing. I’m on my own now.