There are men with full calendars.
Friends. Plans. A relationship. A life that makes sense on paper.
They’re not single.
They’re alone.
Some men learn early: I’m not allowed to be really seen.
Desire as something to hide. Feelings as something to manage.
It doesn’t go away on its own once you’re finally open about it.
Openness isn’t the same as contact.
Contact isn’t the same as being seen.
What would you see if you stopped looking away?
Does this sound familiar?