He Doesn’t Chase Me… and that’s the problem

Vida Fields

I don’t think I’ve ever met a man who doesn’t need me to respond.

You know how most men are…

They text again.They double call.They try to fill the silence like it scares them.

But him?

He lets it sit.

Like silence is something he owns.

Like he’s not waiting on me…Like I’m the one who’s supposed to feel it.

And I do.

That’s the part I hate.

Because I told myself—after everything—that I would never be the woman who waits. Never the woman who wonders.Never the woman who checks her phone and pretends she wasn’t hoping.

But here I am.

Staring at a message I haven’t answered on purpose…Just to see if he’ll break first.

He doesn’t.

He never does.

And it does something to me.

Not in a soft way.

In a way that makes me feel seen…and challenged…and a little exposed.

Like he knows I’ll come back.

Like he’s already decided how this ends.

And the crazy thing?

I think he’s right.

I don’t even know if I like him…

Or if I like the way he makes me feel like I don’t have control.

That should scare me.

It probably does.

But not enough to walk away.

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I used to think love felt like warmth.

Now?

It feels like tension.

Like a song that never resolves.

Like something unfinished…but impossible to stop listening to.

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I haven’t texted him back yet.

But I will.

I always do.

And I hate that he knows it.