It didn’t start with the first date.
It started with the moment you felt him shift—before anything was technically wrong.
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That strange sense of “I know you,” even while you’re still learning his favorite coffee. The way your body softened before your mind agreed. The ease that felt intimate too fast—not reckless, just… familiar in a way you couldn’t defend.
And later, when his warmth turned intermittent, you tried to locate the fault line:
the message you shouldn’t have sent, the need you should’ve edited, the truth you should’ve diluted.
But the truth is quieter: this was never only about what you said.
Some bonds form around a hidden contract—an unspoken agreement between two nervous systems. It decides how close you can get before something in him protects itself. It decides what you start performing to keep the connection calm.
That’s why it feels personal.
Because you’re living inside rules you can’t see yet.
