The Story and The Him :-)

Lemme narrate you a story:

He is afraid of attachments.
Or maybe he’s afraid of speaking his truth because every honest word feels like it might spark a conflict, and every conflict feels like it could threaten the bond he’s holding onto.

So his solution is always the same:
say sorry and move on.

He is terrified of losing someone he is deeply close to.
He listens to everything they say even when they speak harshly, even when they cross lines, even when their words hurt him deeply. And still, he stays silent. The only thing he ever manages to say is sorry.
Not because he is always wrong, but because he is scared, That scared that if he speaks up, he might lose them forever.

He doesn’t know if this fear is common or rare.
All he knows is that it is exhausting.
Completely, painfully exhausting.

Every day, he goes out running. Yes, fitness is one reason, but there’s another, quieter purpose. He runs because he wants to run away from his thoughts. He keeps himself relentlessly busy so that he doesn’t have to feel. And when the thoughts finally catch up to him, he smokes. Or he sits down and uploads a blog on some platform anything to distract himself, anything to avoid sinking deeper.

He doesn’t fully understand what this is.
He just knows that he wants to escape it.

But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t seem to get away. Because somewhere along the way, it has turned into obsession. And that obsession has made him afraid, That afraid of attachments themselves.

He never wanted to be this emotionally vulnerable.
Never wanted to feel this deeply.
But here he is trapped between fear, attachment, and the constant effort to keep from falling apart.