One Day At A Time

My last relationship started the summer before my freshman year of college. Once the summer ended I had to move 4 hours away to Miami and he stayed back in our home town. Fast forward to February. We weren’t going to see each other on Valentines Day but he was going to come down and see me for the weekend. I planned out the whole weekend. Everything from candy and a romantic dinner to my roommates being out of the room so we could have some privacy. The day he was supposed to head down I get a call from him giving me an excuse as to why he isn’t coming for the weekend. I got really upset because we didn’t really get any “us” time when I came home to visit because my parents were always around. So, naturally I got really upset. Later that day I tried calling him but he didn’t answer. A few hours later I called him again but he still didn’t answer. I didn’t get it. He knew I was upset and wanted to talk. He didn’t answer his phone for several more hours and I soon found out why. He was breaking up with me. Apparently on Valentines Day he went out with a friend, a girl, from his school. They kissed. Then later throughout the week they ended up hooking up and he was leaving me for her. It broke me. I couldn’t eat. I mostly slept and cried. I lost 20 lbs in a matter of 1 1/2 weeks. I got depressed and went into a very dark place. But, I managed to put it all behind me. It was hard but I moved on. I haven’t seen or heard from him in over a year. Until this morning. 

This morning I woke up and found that I had received a text at 2:30 this morning. It said “… :( i miss you.” I didn’t understand until I looked at the number. I knew it instantly. It was him. I refused to respond. But all day I have thought of nothing but that text. Why did he have to do this. I was doing fine. I hadn’t thought about him in forever and I have moved on. But apparently all it takes is one text from him to send me spiraling again. I should be stronger than this. Though I know that I would never get back with him, that text shouldn’t bother me this much. I feel like I’m back to that day in February. What do I do?