记得那天，我坐在咖啡厅的角落里，看着对面的男生不停地翻看着手机。他总是这样，把手机握得紧紧的，手指在屏幕上快速滑动，仿佛在看一场无声的战争。我 clickable his eyes, trying to read his thoughts, but he seemed to be lost in his own world. "Excuse me," I said in a soft voice, "can I order something?" I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Oh, I know what you mean. I've had a few myself." He shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. "Well, whatever. Just order something and we'll be on our way." I nodded, feeling a bit awkward. "Okay, I'll just order a couple of teas. Thanks for your time." That night, I decided to ask him about it. "You don't usually keep things to yourself, do you?" I said, trying to sound casual. I sighed, feeling a mix of curiosity and frustration. "Okay, whatever. What's going on?" I felt a lump in my throat. "I love you too," I said, my voice trembling a little. "But I don't know if I can handle this right now." I nodded, feeling a sense of relief. "I understand. I understand. I just wish things could go back to how they were." He smiled, his tears now turning into a small smile. "I know. I know. I just wish things could be different now."