You can be mad at someone but still, miss them. 

..

This morning, all of sudden, I saw him on the other side of the street, walking out of a convenience store, looking bright and cheerful as always.

"How are you, really?"

I shook my head, hopelessly smile.

We sat on a bench on the campus, shoulder to shoulder, for the very first time in a while.

"But what would a solution to your anxiety look like?" He asked, after offering me a cup of hot matcha.

?

"Solution"?

Maybe there is no such thing called "solution", dear.