There was a time when the world around him slowly began to shrink. Not because the world itself had changed, but because people had. Conversations became fewer. Friends faded into memories. Life slowly reduced him to roles — a worker who earns money, a name on responsibilities, a “husband” by label, but rarely a person whose heart was heard. Days passed quietly. He stopped expecting calls. Stopped waiting for messages. Stopped explaining his silence to anyone. He tried to live simply — working, reading, keeping himself busy. Not because he was peaceful, but because it was easier than answering the painful question inside him: “Who is really there for me?” At times he tried to reach out to the world again. Dating apps, new conversations, random connections — but everything felt like noise. Nothing real. Nothing warm. Old memories of friends… Moments with people he once cared for… Short-lived romances… All of them existed only as distant shadows of another life. Yea...