He’s perfectly fine not seeing you because his life doesn’t include you as a priority, and yours is embarrassingly centered on him. That imbalance isn’t a side issue. It is the entire problem.
He’s not confused. He’s not conflicted. He’s not secretly suffering. He’s calm because he’s not invested at your level. He’s building his life, executing his plans, and you’re a nice accessory he checks in on when convenient. Meanwhile, you’re counting days, moods, and silences like they mean something. They don’t.
You’re miserable because you’ve made him your emotional oxygen. He’s fine because he didn’t hand you that power. That gap you feel? That’s emotional dependency versus emotional independence, and you’re on the losing side.
Stop calling this love. Love doesn’t feel like constant anxiety while the other person sleeps peacefully. Love doesn’t make one person ache while the other shrugs. What you’re experiencing is attachment mixed with fear and a bruised ego.
Secure adults don’t unravel over time apart. They miss each other and keep living. You’re unraveling because your sense of stability is outsourced to him, and he never agreed to carry it.
The fact that he’s comfortable with the distance while you’re falling apart tells you everything you need to know. He expects you to adapt. He assumes you’ll wait. And you are while quietly suffering and pretending it’s romantic.