There are people who do not chase love. They wait for it quietly, almost apologetically, as if asking for too much would make it disappear. And after a while, absence starts feeling more trustworthy than affection. Not because they do not want love. But because every time it came close, it left before they could believe it was real. So they learn strange habits. They become easy to lose. Somewhere along the way, they begin treating loneliness not as pain, but as proof of who they are.