"It's cold." He flatly says,

After another week or two of acting as if each other didn't exist, he's back again at your doorstep. Facing you with those droopy eyes, looking at you like he expects you to take care of him. and you will. Just like the hundred other times he leaves and comes back, that's just how the two of came to be.

How could you ever explain you're in a situationship with a man who's convinced he's straight, yet he stood in front of you again? As if the kiss never happened, as if the making love was just made up, as if the argument was easy to forget, as if he never leaves you.

"I missed you." He says so easily.