I was with fear so he was too...

I am overwhelmed by the strange irony of it all �" how I used to tremble at the thought of speaking to him, even while imagining that somehow we were already in conversation. In my heart, words flowed endlessly, yet in reality, there was only distance. He kept himself apart, and I mistook that space for indifference.

Fear wrapped itself around me so tightly that even a simple greeting felt impossible. Still, I would invent reasons �" small, harmless excuses �" just to see him, just to hear his voice, just to feel that fleeting closeness. Every moment near him was both comfort and chaos.

Only later did I understand the quiet truth: he was not distant because he did not care. He, too, was standing behind his own wall of fear. We were two hearts, equally hesitant, equally silent �" each waiting for the other to be brave first.


Jessy Jacob ❤️.