It’s been about a month since you and Jason broke up. You wanted things he didn’t and he was scared of commitment, he left. He still loves you, that’s obvious, of course he still does because why would he be standing at your doorstep in the middle of the night.

“I know. Okay? You hate me, I get it, that’s fine.” Jason already starts talking the mere second you open the door for him.

Do you hate him? Maybe. Does he hate you? Hell no.