After that last message, I never bothered him again. I stopped checking his profile, stopped making excuses to reach out, and stopped waiting for a message from him. It wasn't easy, but missing someone isn't a reason to disturb their peace, or mine. So I kept my distance and let the silence speak for me. I still think of him sometimes, but I don't wait for him anymore. I've made peace with his absence and learned how to carry the love without needing the person. I never bothered him again, because I know that if he wanted to come back, he would have. And since he hasn't, I take that as my answer.