Waiting for him (˘̩̩̩ʃƪ˘̩̩̩)

This is the story of my sad sad life.
In 3rd grade I met the guy of my dreams. His name was Tristan. We were at the same school for 3 years but then went different ways for middle school. Just before Christmas in 7th grade we got back in touch. We talked and emailed and finally I realized that I was in love with him. I grabbed the chance and told him in a long letter. He was shocked. Partially because no one had ever done something like that for him and partly because he had no idea how strong my feelings for him were.
He became my boyfriend and we dated for 2 1/2 months. Then one day I got an email saying he needed some time to think all this out. I was crushed.
About a month later he called me saying he was ready for us to move forward again. I was ecstatic.
We dated again for 2 1/2 months. Then one day he said his mom was putting a lot of stress on him to forget about me and move on with his life. He hated to do it but he broke up with me again.
I never stopped thinking about him and I wrote him letters and poems and all sorts of stuff.
Finally one day he told me that he couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't keep lying to his mom and to me.
He let go of me.
I didn't let go of him.
About a week ago he emailed me saying he had gotten my emails.

I don't know whether to be his friend or what. I'm only 13 and everyone says I'm too young for love. Is there an age limit on love?????
Please comment! I need help. I started cutting myself after he broke up with me and I haven't been able to stop.