He had less words to express his love and affection, so there were more of unexpressed feelings. And I was supposed to understand all of it.
I had more word to express my feelings and less of unexpressed feelings. And he believed its not his thing to understand what is not being said.
After multiple times of this usual communication, once I kept my words to myself to see if he noticed it.
Sadly, that day was the end of US.
Now I wonder, everyday, was I wrong the whole time ? Reading his unexpressed feelings in a whole different dimension.
Maybe I brought this upon myself.
Whatever it was, sooner or later, its over.