I met my ex-boyfriend when we were 13, on holiday. I was in love with him from the first day I met him. We instantly got along, talked constantly, and at the end of our week on holiday we decided we were going to try to do long distance. He lives in London and I live in the north, around four hours from his house. We were aware that we would only be able to see each other every few months, and we accepted that and committed to calling each other as often as possible. For the first month or so, it was incredible, we would call and talk for hours at a time and he would always call me beautiful and tell me he loved me. After just over a month, we'd been back at school for a while and he got slowly more distant over time. I admit, I also started losing feelings for him but I didn't want to admit it. We met up before Halloween with my family, his family and some other people we met on the holiday. We spent a weekend in Bath and everything was normal between us. However, after we both went home, he started to act more distant and I asked him if he still had feelings for me, and he said he didn't anymore. I wasn't that bothered, I barely had feelings for him at the time. Then, after months of not speaking, the group of people from the holiday organised to meet up again in April. Seeing him was difficult, and I spent most of that visit thinking over how good it used to be, and how much it had changed. I knew that he didn't have feelings for me anymore, and we barely spoke over the visit, and I admittedly spent a lot of time locked away in a bathroom crying over him. When all the kids from the holiday were all gathered in one of the bedrooms discussing our past relationships, they were saying how everyone's exes were awful. He looked directly at me and said that wasn't true, his ex was everything but awful. I was lost for words, but I brushed it aside and assured myself it didn't mean anything. On the last night we were there, all the kids were around a campfire but him, me and another guy went to the bottom of the garden to just hang out. It was cold, and we were under a few blankets, huddled up against each other for warmth. My ex said he was tired, and laid his head on my shoulder. The next morning, I hugged him when we said goodbye. That was the last time I've seen him, almost a year ago now. A few weeks after that event, it was his birthday and I wished him happy birthday over text. He responded with thnks, like I wasn't even worth his vowels anymore. Somehow, after nearly a year of not speaking, I still have feelings for him and I don't know how to stop them. I think about him all the time and I want nothing more than to forget he ever existed, but I don't even know where to start. Help would be appreciated