Especially when the feelings were once intense, when words flowed freely, when you felt seen… and then suddenly, nothing. Days pass. A week, maybe two. No message. No call. Just you and your thoughts, spiraling.
You wonder:
Did I do something wrong?
Was it all in my head?
Is he losing interest?
And without realizing it, you begin to abandon yourself.
You stop laughing. You stop moving.
You sit with your phone, refreshing, waiting, shrinking.
You forget how you used to find joy in the small things.
The books that used to pull you in.
The peaceful walks, the silly thoughts, the feeling of your own skin.
It’s easy to fall into this space, to think his silence means you're not worthy of love. But sometimes, a man’s retreat isn’t about you. It’s about him, his process, his fears, his confusion, or even his attempt to sort through emotions he doesn’t know how to name.
And no, this doesn’t mean it’s okay for him to vanish without a word.
But it also doesn’t mean you need to chase, explain, or wait breathless.
What if you took this pause as a sacred invitation,
to remember who you were before the story began?
Because the woman who knows how to return to herself,
with grace, with softness, without drama,
creates the space for love to return too… not from need, but from depth.
Let him come back to presence, if he chooses to.
But let you come back to you, first.
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