👑 Scroll of the Crown: When Fear Looks Like Distance

Some hearts don’t run because they’ve stopped caring.

They run because they still care,and don’t know what to do with it.

That kind of fear doesn’t shout.

It shows up quiet…

With distance.

With delay.

With silence that says:

“Please don’t come closer unless it’s safe.”

For a long time, I didn’t understand that.

I thought space meant rejection.

I thought silence meant apathy.

But now I see it clearer than ever:

Fear can wear the mask of coldness, when it’s really just armor.

And when someone has carried hurt like a second skin,

Even good love feels risky.

Even safety feels suspicious.

Even softness feels like a setup.

So I stopped taking the distance personal.

I started seeing the distance for what it is, a sacred call for space, clarity, and care.

I can’t answer it with pressure.

I won’t meet it with force.

But I can honor it.

With posture.

With peace.

With the kind of love that doesn’t chase, but waits with open hands.

Because I don’t want love that’s clung to out of fear.

I want love that returns because it feels safe.

And if the silence was protection…

If the delay was healing…

If the distance was her heart catching up to her hope…

Then I’ll keep walking with my crown steady,

And my presence loud enough to be felt

Even when my words are few.

🪞Final Reflection:

“Perfect love casts out fear.” – 1 John 4:18

Not loud love.

Not flawless love.

Perfect love. Postured love. Love that doesn’t flinch when fear speaks first.

Because sometimes…

What looks like distance

Is really just a whisper that says:

“Please… don’t hurt me again.”

And real kings hear that whisper

And respond with peace.

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