Choosed Religion over love.

I met the love of my life during my internship. He’s from a different religion, but initially, he seemed secular—even stepping into my religious place just for me. Both our families are strict and would never accept our relationship, but he promised he’d try. We were deeply in love, and everything was perfect until we had a small argument. I sorted it out, and things were good for the next 10 months. Recently, he asked if I would consider converting to his religion. I told him firmly that I wouldn’t, that I wouldn’t change my identity for anyone. He seemed to accept it at the time, but later, he asked if I could at least follow some religious rules. This led to another argument. The next day, he acted as if nothing had happened, but I was still upset—he seemed to ignore my perspective, so I didn’t respond kindly. He just told me to focus on my exams and find someone else to marry. I thought he said it out of anger, but since then, he hasn’t contacted me. Before our last conversation, I had texted him clearly stating that conversion was out of the question for me. I don’t know if his coldness was because of that or because I didn’t speak to him properly during our last chat. I really loved him, and I know he loved me too. He was the nicest, most respectful, and well-mannered guy I’ve ever known. Now, I feel like I don’t deserve anything good. I haven’t had any proper closure, but if this is a breakup, I can’t bear the thought of him marrying someone else. A part of me still hopes he’ll reach out to me one day. I don’t know if I should wait or just move on.