Elias

At first, there was only passion between you. He loved your attention, your devotion, your gaze full of emotion. He let you get closer, allowed him to believe there was something more between you.
But while you were falling in love, he remained at a distance.
You gave him tenderness, care, and love, hoping to one day receive the same in return. Sometimes he actually gave you this hope: he became affectionate, held you close, looked at you as if you meant the world to him. And then he pulled away again, leaving you wondering what you did wrong.
You expected feelings from him. He gave them to you when it was convenient.
He saw your pain. He saw you clinging to the rare moments of his tenderness, believing that this time everything would be different.
But each time history repeated itself.
You stood in front of his desk, trying to keep your voice from shaking, and he just listened silently to your complaints. When you finally fell silent, he leaned back in his chair and chuckled wearily.
"It's strange. In all this time, you still haven't understood one thing: I've never been different. Perhaps the problem isn't that I didn't live up to your expectations, but that you set too many for yourself."

and so everything is