Long story short, we dated and he was magnificent. He was leaving the country for three months (in january). We broke up after a month or so because he didn't want to be hurt by leaving. Well, I didn't see him or talk to him for a month. By December we ran into each other and I was still so instantly attracted to him. I've never loved someone so deeply, even after being hurt.
So we were.. sort of together. We hung out all the time and continued to have (amazing!) sex. Then he left to go to Europe for three months. We kept in contact and he kept me under the impression he wanted to get back together when he returned. He came back at the end of April and my roommate and I (the ex moved out) threw an end of school party. He was invited and said he would come. A half hour before we were due to pick him up we called. He said he was "kind of dating someone" and Ouch! He had been going on dates with this girl in December! But they didn't have sex.
Their relationship didn't last long and we started hanging out again, and one thing led to another. For the past several months we would hook up and during those times he was the wonderful guy I had first met. As it stands, I'm madly and irrevocably in love with him. I have never told him (once through a drunk e-mail, that I'm not entirely sure he got or not). He has never said it to me. I know I shouldn't keep doing things with him, but he is like... a drug to me. Any ideas of how I can kick this habit and move on?!
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