Women are obscure subjects of nature rooted not in a sense of duty or rigid principles but organic responsiveness.

They exist as mirrors that reflect whatever dominates their emotional climate.

And when a man hands her the authority to shape his value, her nature is to become increasingly cold.

She doesn't test your kindness, she tests your immovability.

Testing your reality for cracks not to see if you fight back but if you dissolve.

He mistakes these tests for punishment and drowns in emotions that aren't even his.

As stated in Jungian psychology: Men's greatest danger lies in becoming possessed by the unconscious.

Her perception becomes his compass, her disappointment a verdict.

Her emotions become his framework and he starts to lose himself without knowing it.

It is not that women destroy men, but that men abandon themselves in the excessive pursuit to connect.

It only feels like she caused the destruction, because she does not explain through words, but through availability.

She didn't ask to rewrite him, but he gave her the pen anyway.

He keeps looking for reasons, why she pulled away, why love turned cold, why it seems that even relinquishing his entire existence still wasn't enough.

But when he looks at it with brutal honesty, he realizes that he couldn't arrive at his truth until he's been stripped of every identity he believed would make him lovable.

Women do not ask a man to be a man, they attempt to verify it.

Blaming her won't rebuild him.

When he truly understands, he blames only himself.