I said to him I didn't want to go crazy on him, but he left me no choice when he wouldn't talk to me and tell me what's going on. I wasn't sure if he was even reading my messages or anything. I couldn't stop myself. I kept texting him every day 5 or 6 messages at a time, so angrily that he would used to enjoy talking to me now we've turned into this, until he would say something back to me. Why stop a good thing we had going? You don't like it when things are drama and stress free I say? I stopped for a day on his birthday so he could at least enjoy his day without waking up to 6 messages from me, see I'm courteous. Finally I seriously snapped on his ass and I finally got a response out of him when I said this:

"Just tell me if you're with another girl. Damn it! I'm 28-years-old, you think I can't figure things out?" And THAT'S when he replies. I knew he was reading my messages, ugh!!! That's all it took for a response? Every time before and after class, or even during, I'd send him these sappy messages and he now finally responds. Accusations.

I just kept going on about him giving up on me not even trying to make this work and he knows he would have had a great time in person hanging out with me if he was just patient enough to make it to that point. I kept saying to him how could he stop talking to me while I'm in the middle of writing our story that our readers from my other blog want to know the end to?

Looks like it's back to square one: waiting for when we can see each other. We can't do anything about it right now.