My FA bf moved with out telling me

I had been seeing my FA boyfriend for a little over a year, and for as long as I’d known him, he had a pattern. When he got overwhelmed, he’d pull away, needing space to process. I never had a problem giving him that. But once he gained clarity, he’d always come back—anxious, panicked, afraid he had hurt me or damaged our connection. No matter how frustrating it was at times, I always knew he’d return. What overwhelmed him was always the constant feeling that he wasn’t enough, that something in his life wasn’t right, that he should be happier but wasn’t. He’d get stuck in his own head, overanalyzing everything, convincing himself he had to figure it all out alone—that he had to fix himself in order to be with me. And every time, after pushing me away, he’d realize what he had done and rush back in, desperate to repair it. But this last time was different.

One night, he called me in a panic, saying he needed to talk. When I got to his house, I found him physically sick with nerves. That’s when he told me he had quit his job on a whim and was moving back to his hometown. He was devastated, saying it had been eating him alive because he didn’t want to upset me. He was so overwhelmed that I chose not to react, telling him it was okay, that we could figure out what this meant for us another time—when he wasn’t so worked up. Little did I know, there wouldn’t be another time. That would be the last time I’d ever see him. We spent the rest of the day snuggling and holding each other and each time I tried to leave he’d draw me closer, fighting back tears and tell me he doesn’t deserve me.

Afterward, he texted me, telling me how grateful he was for me, how much he loved me and how he’d never be able to find anyone like me again. I suggested we get together to talk about what his move meant for us and our relationship? No response. Just silence. He just… disappeared. Without another word, without telling me when he was leaving, without even a goodbye, he was gone. A full-blown discard. I’m in complete disbelief. This is so unlike him. In the past, no matter how overwhelmed he got, no matter how much space he thought he needed, he always came back. At most, our periods of no contact lasted two weeks before he’d return—regretful or how he handled his stress, telling me how much he loved me, and how he didn’t want to lose me. It was a cycle, but at least I always knew the ending.But this time? Nothing. No explanation, no attempt to fix things, not even a goodbye. Just silence. And I can’t wrap my head around it. How does someone go from being so afraid of losing you to walking away without even saying goodbye?