To the world, he was a sharp-suited architect. But behind closed doors, he was a man consumed by unread messages and overanalysed silences. Every “seen” without a reply felt like proof he was unlovable. Every delayed hug, a personal rejection.
Raised by a mother who leaned on him like a partner, not a child, Mr. Malla learned young that love meant responsibility. If someone was upset, it was his fault. If they left, it was because he wasn’t enough.
Romance, for him, was a battlefield of overthinking & overgiving. He wasn’t needy he was surviving.
👉 He texted too much.
👉 Apologized too often.
👉 Loved like his heart was on fire and silence was water.
When his last partner said, “I just need space,” he heard, You’re too much. And that shattered him COMPLETELY.
Therapy didn’t fix him. It freed him.
He began to see the pattern.
👉 Not weakness, but wounds. Not clinginess, but coping.
With time, he stopped chasing love like oxygen and started breathing on his own.
He sent one final message to himself:
“I am no longer waiting to be chosen.
I choose me.”
Moral 1: Your need for love isn’t a flaw - it’s a message. Heal the source, not the symptoms.
Moral 2: The love you’re starving for won’t come from chasing; it grows when you stop running from yourself.
Moral 3: Self-worth begins the moment you reply to your own heart.
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