End of love

We met and I started to feel comfortable. We both shared the same and you think we can be something unavoidable, but I am always the only one who listen, and never the one who gets listened to. You think you're subtle, but I know what you're aiming to. You said you respected, but a "I'm not ready" seems not enough to comprehend. At the end, I started getting colder, but you keep loving it thinking one day the warmth will come.