The Wounded Masculine doesn’t vanish—he retreats, collapses into silence, then reappears just enough to stir the ache he never had the courage to hold.

He Texted. I Answered. He Went Silent. Again.

It’s always the same rhythm.
He texts—usually late. Soft, vague, like a whisper that almost sounds like hope.
I answer—warm, open, still a little too available.
Then silence. Again.

If this were a song, I’d call it The Unfinished Symphony of the Almost Committed Man.
But let’s be honest—he’s not just a man. He’s a mirror. And this, my love, is a sacred spiral.

Not a loop. A spiral.
Because I no longer stand in the same place I did the first time he ghosted me after pouring out his “deepest feelings” at 11:47 p.m.
I’ve seen this dance. I’ve studied its steps. And now, I watch it from the balcony, barefoot, sipping tea with my ancestors.

You see, this is the Sacred Spiral of the Wounded Masculine.

He feels the pull—oh yes, he feels me.
My softness, my strength, my ability to hold galaxies between my thighs and still cook dinner.
But what he doesn’t realize is that every time he retreats, he teaches me more about my own worth.
Every silence is a sermon.

Here’s the truth:
“He doesn’t disappear because you’re too much.
He disappears because he doesn’t know how to receive what you are.”

And it’s not our job to wait for them to figure it out.
It’s not our sacred task to remain cracked open while they decide whether they’re worthy of the temple.

Sometimes they text to make sure the door is still open.
Sometimes they knock not to enter, but to confirm they still could.
And Goddess, I’m no longer leaving the key under the mat.

I answer because I no longer need to ignore myself to respond to someone else.
I answer because I can hold presence and power at once.
But when the silence comes, I bless it.
I honor it.
I let it carry him back to wherever he still hides from love.

And I turn inward again—where the real union waits.

Because this?
This isn’t about him anymore.

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