Sorry this is so long, i tried to shorten it.

Hi everyone i'm going to give a little background on me and my previous relationship. Anyone willing to read through it and possibly a little advice would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.

I'm almost twenty years old, and thought i had it all figured out. Boy, was I wrong. The relationship between me and my ex started about five years ago (i was around 15). I moved in from another state and met him through other friends I had made. I was apparently the "new girl" that everyone wanted a piece of. Which I was not used to! I'm not the "pretty" type girl, i'm type of girl who likes to go mudding and would kick some ass in Call of Duty. I acted like one of the guys. So at this point, there were a handful of possible boyfriends. There were only two I would even consider. One was a skater with a bad boy attitude (let's call him Kris), and one was a sweet guy who didn't have much luck with the ladies (let's call him Rick). So of course, being a 15 yr old girl, I chose Kris. I never had any real feelings for Kris. That was off and on for a while. Throughout this whole time, Rick would always throw out hints of his feelings for me, and even asked me out a few times. I would always come up with some lame excuse to say no, like how I didn't want to lose his friendship. (he became my best friend) At this point in the timeline, we are both 17. This is when he decides he's going to find someone, even if it is not me. He dates a little here and there, nothing serious. Then one day, he comes up to me and says that he wants to ask me out one last time. He was going to ask someone else later that day, but really wanted me. Of course I said no. Well he asks her out and she says yes. I was happy for him. About a year passes. Shit happened and I ended moving in with him for a while ( i was a close to his family) while he was dating that other girl. This wasn't a problem for me. He had been dating her for a year now I thought he had moved on. About six months pass. We were celebrating one day, had a few drinks, got a little tipsy.. Thats when he told me he still had feelings for me. I insisted he was just drunk blabbing and that the other girl and him were in love. This is where our relationship changed. Through the next six months, we got closer than ever.I kept telling myself I couldn't fall for him. One night, I was having a bad day and we just stayed up all night talking. Daybreak came and we were so tired we both passed out right there in his bed. I guess we both woke up about thirty min later because I remember listening to his breath, and he started to sigh deeply. Then he just wrapped his arms around me, held me real tight, took a deep breath, and we both fell asleep. The next six months of his present relationship with the other girl were pretty harsh. She ended up cheating on him and they broke up. Then we got together. Wow, we were so passionate for each other. We both felt like better versions of ourselves with each other. Two great months passed. We were so perfect for each other. His friends noticed a great change in him, and my friends in me. Everything was great, including sex. I began doing things i didn't know i could! Then the other girl tries to push herself back in the picture. She begins to call the house constantly, send him emails, try to contact him at school. This put a strain on the relationship. But we move past it. Then our relationship gets even better. Spring break comes around, and I ask him to come with me to see my family (out of state). Up to this point his parents loved the idea of me dating. Now, i'm taking her son to see my family out-of-state. His mom hates the idea of him coming with me. After our little trip, it seems that his mother is now set on tearing us apart. Almost daily, she would pull him aside and drill things into his head about me. Well, he knew it wasn't true. After months of this, our relationship becomes strained. We were planning on moving out into our own apartment (because of the stress in the house) we were so excited. Just the night before, we stayed up all night talking about the future. Then the next afternoon, his mom pulls him aside for a talk (about me), then he comes back inside, breaks it off and says i have to be out by monday. I was shocked. When I asked why, he only said he wasn't ready for a relationship. I'm thinking, "that's not what you said last night?!" I was devasted. Totally heartbroken, I packed my shit and was out of there in two days. Its been about two weeks since then. I don't cry like I did at first, but its still fresh in my mind. I'm not ready to let go of him. Since then we have spoken on the phone at least once a day for an average of about an hour. At first it was me contacting him, i decided to stop calling him. Now its him contacting me. He called me the other day at 11 and said he was about to go to bed, but he felt like something was missing. So he called me. (i'm thinking, I know whats missing.. me) I want nothing more than to get back with him. I love him so much. We have so much in common. He calls me late at night and says he's sad or lonely and needs someone to talk to. It sounds like he's having second thoughts. What should I do? I want him back so badly, but i've already packed up and left to another state. Do you think I could get him back?