Love of my life

I met a guy on tinder during the second lockdown and agreed to meet him when things were open. Best date of my life, I even went home with him. He moved back home and we didn’t talk for months. Then we started talking and went away for a week together. I fell in love all over again. We both agreed there was something too strong to not have each other in our lives. But we couldn’t be together because of the distance. I went to stay with him at a flat in london for one night expecting it to be longer than that. I got drunk and told him how I felt and I haven’t heard from him since. I’m still convinced he’s the love of my life. I wish he’d come back but part of me knows he won’t.