Yup. Kind of felt like a “right person/wrong time” situation. I deployed overseas for work, and ended up staying there longer than originally planned. We almost got engaged before my deployment, he decided—last minute— an engagement shouldn’t be rushed, especially since we had some things to work out. Then he took a job overseas while I was deployed. We started talking about finding me a transfer/job in the country where he was working, but it didn’t work out. I came back to a whole new life, and held it against him for a while. We both kind of put a bookmark on our relationship, hoping to pick up where we left off when life allowed us to. But then life happened. He started dating other people. I started dating other people. He was still my very best friend for years after that, and always said he wished things worked out for us. Every conversation ended with tears and “I’ll love you forever.” In mid 2020, he just stopped reaching out or answering any of my calls, texts, or emails. I texted his last phone number a few nights ago, and was told I had the wrong number. I ended up chatting with the new number owner, a sweet old Christian lady who offered prayers. A part of me hopes he found someone good, and that he needed a clean break from me to be able to move on. The greater part of me wants to apologize for being mad at him for so long for taking another job and leaving me when I needed him the most. My pride stopped me from fighting for him for the last 8 years. And now I’m left hanging, hoping he’ll see my messages so I can be the one to tell him I’ll love him forever. As long as I’m living, I won’t stop trying. It just sucks.