Why Are You Afraid of Getting into a Relationship?

It’s not that I don’t want to love someone. I do.

It’s not that I don’t want to be loved back. I crave that.

But every time something even remotely close to love comes near me, I take a step back. Not out of pride, not out of ego — but fear.

A fear rooted in one word: lies.

I’ve seen what lies can do.

Not just the big ones — the betrayal-type, heart-smashing, end-of-the-road kind of lies.

I’m talking about the small ones too.

The “I’m fine” when she’s not.

The “Just a friend” when it’s not.

The “I forgot to tell you” when it was always meant to be hidden.

Over time, I realized that relationships don’t die overnight.

They bleed slowly — with every unspoken truth, every masked emotion, every cover-up that was too convenient.

And I’ve seen people pretend for months.

Posting happy stories while fighting in silence.

Saying “I love you” out of habit, not feeling.

Holding hands in public, while letting go in private.

That facade? It scares me more than being alone.

I think what I truly fear is believing in someone again.

Letting my guard down.

Building something on promises — only to find out they were made of paper when the storm hits.

Because lies aren’t just words. They’re termites.

They eat away the foundation, quietly — until one day, everything collapses.

And you’re left wondering whether any of it was real in the first place.

I’ve had conversations that sounded so honest, they felt sacred.

And then found out later that half of it was edited truth.

Not technically a lie, they’d say.

But when something is half-told, it’s also half-fake.

So now, I flinch at words like “forever.”

I doubt “I miss you.”

And I question “trust me.”

Not because I want to. But because I’ve learned I have to.

Some people say love is about taking chances.

I agree. But taking chances isn’t the same as being blind.

And I’m tired of walking into stories where the ending is already written in invisible ink.

I want raw, uncomfortable honesty.

I want, “This is who I am, scars and all.”

But in a world that filters everything — even emotions —

That kind of love is rare.

So maybe that’s why I’m afraid.

Because I don’t want a highlight reel.

I want the messy, the ugly, the real.

And until I find someone who’s brave enough to offer that,

I’ll keep my heart guarded.

Not out of bitterness.

But out of self-respect.

Because love deserves truth. And if lies are part of the deal — then I’d rather stay single.