I hugged him. And as I was about to go tighter, he let go of me.

“Everything between us has been so complicated now,” he said, with his eyes completely locked with mine. I stood frozen.

I loved him. No. I still love him.

“It was not meant to be complicated but you made it complicated. You care about people who doesn’t even try to ask how you are, and push away those who care for you,” I said. I want to get mad at him, but I can’t.

"I love you, and I care for you. But you take me for granted–always.” These were my final words as I rushed myself out the door with tears I hope he didn’t see.