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Trigger His Instinct to Chase You With One Line
When One Sentence Makes Him See You Differently Forever
You know that moment when someone is looking at you… but not really seeing you?
His eyes are there, his smile is there, his words are warm enough and yet, deep down, you feel like he’s coasting. Like his heart is no longer leaning forward towards you, but resting lazily against the idea of you.
It’s in the pauses between his texts. The way he takes just a little longer to reply.
The way the conversations feel safe… but not electric anymore.
And you sit there wondering: Did I do something wrong? Did I become too available? Too predictable?
Maybe you’ve read somewhere that “men love the chase” and you thought you understood it. You gave him space. You stayed mysterious. You even pulled back at times.
But here you are, curled up at 1 AM, scrolling through articles and half-whispered Reddit confessions, trying to decode what makes a man suddenly remember your worth.
Here’s what nobody tells you: sometimes, it’s not about space, or mystery, or even playing hard to get. Sometimes, it’s about a single, well-placed sentence that shifts his instincts not through manipulation, but through the raw, undeniable truth of who you are.
A sentence that reminds him: I am not a given. I am a choice. And if you don’t choose me fully, you may lose me entirely.
It’s not a threat. It’s not a game.
It’s a quiet truth you plant like a seed in his mind and then, you let it bloom on its own.
Because when you’ve been the one always leaning in, always carrying the emotional weight, always making it easy for him… he forgets the depth of what you bring. And human nature as unfair as it feels doesn’t chase what it believes will never leave.
The beauty of one perfectly timed sentence is that it doesn’t scream or demand. It doesn’t come wrapped in tears or drama. It drips slowly into the space between you, like perfume in the air, impossible to ignore.
Something as simple as:
"I miss the way you used to look at me."
Or…
"I don’t feel the same spark from you lately."
Or even softer:
"I want to feel wanted by you again." It’s not an accusation. It’s a mirror.
And mirrors… have a way of making people see what they’ve been avoiding.
When you say it calmly, without bitterness it lands in a different part of his mind. It’s not processed as pressure. It’s processed as a loss. The possibility of losing you. And nothing activates a man’s instinct to chase faster than realising he’s been taking something rare for granted.
But here’s the truth I wish someone had told me years ago:
That line only works when you already believe in your own worth.
If you say it from a place of begging, it sounds like a plea.
If you say it from a place of self-respect, it sounds like a boundary.
And men especially the kind worth keeping are magnetised to boundaries wrapped in softness.
So before you even think about what to say to him… sit with yourself.
Remember the woman you were before him. Remember the version of you who didn’t wait by her phone. Who knew the music she loved and wore perfume for herself. Who was her own safe place.
When you carry that energy even quietly the words you choose have more weight. They’re not desperate. They’re defining.
Because what you’re really saying in that one line is:
"I’m here because I want to be… not because I can’t be anywhere else."
And somewhere in his chest, his instincts will shift. The part of him wired to hunt, to prove, to earn it wakes up again.
I’ve seen it happen. I’ve lived it. The same man who had been slow to reply suddenly sent good morning texts again. The same man who kept plans vaguely suddenly wants to know when he can see you.
It’s not magic. It’s a memory. You’ve reminded him of the spark and more importantly, the possibility that the spark could disappear.
And the thing is, this isn’t just about making him chase you again. It’s about you. It’s about being the kind of woman who doesn’t need to shout to be heard, who doesn’t have to force herself into someone’s priorities.
It’s about knowing the difference between wanting someone and needing someone to validate you.
Because when you start operating from that place where you’re enough, even without him you stop chasing. And that’s when they feel the shift.
I can’t promise you he’ll run after you the way you dream. But I can promise you this: when you stand in your worth, you stop settling for half-hearted love. And that, in itself, changes everything.
Maybe tonight, you’ll try it. That one sentence. Said without tears, without trembling, without fear.
And maybe, in the quiet that follows, you’ll feel something even more powerful than his chase you’ll feel your own strength coming back to you.
Because sometimes, the line that makes him see you differently… is the one that makes you see yourself again.
And that is where the real magic begins.
If these words found you tonight, let them stay with you. You are not hard to love. You are simply not meant to beg for it.
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You gotta have faith, my friend. Faith is not just for the religious or the spiritual or the goody two shoes amongst us. Faith is a skill. Especially for those of us who never feel “enough”. We’re the ones know intellectually we’ve done a lot but rarely feel satiated. We have a sort of OCD of the soul, a deep well spring of uncertainty. Faith isn’t reciting affirmations you don’t believe in. Faith isn’t bombastic visualizations and “staying positive” when we feel anything but. Faith is the skill of taking actions, even small action, towards how we wish to feel. Faith is learning to sit with the discomfort of not knowing if things will work out. Faith is becoming comfortable with being a little bit uncomfortable. Faith is a skill you can build over time: You write even when you don’t feel good enough. You sign up for that pole dance class even if you can’t touch your toes. You go on the date even though you’re nervous as f*ck. And you keep showing up, hard days, good days, in between. And you honor all the times you’ve done things without knowing if it will all work out. There is no failure with faith. So when you can: Feel the discomfort. Know that “enough” does not live outside of yourself. Take one step, one new action, one new thought forward. And celebrate yourself! This sh*t isn’t easy! You don’t need a bucketload of confidence—ever. A little faith goes a long way. I am the empress of doubt AND I live by faith every single day. I practice what I preach. I’ll help you deepen your faith in your writerly purpose. I’ll help turn that sh*tty first draft into a work of art. If you’d like to learn more about what I offer, sign up for my moonletter newsletter. 💋, Hannah • #bookcoach #sacredwisdom #writingcoaching #queerpoc #selfloveheals #honeyistheknife #hannaheko #healingjustice #writingcoach #pleasurerevolution #bipocbookstagram #bookcoaching #nonfictionauthor (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZffI7YvyPs/?utm_medium=tumblr
Someone cares. There is always an audience for your work. There are always clients who want what you are selling. But if you hide, how will they find you? If you try to be like everyone else, how will they know you’re EXACTLY who they want? If you stop going, how will they become deep fans of your work who talk about you to their friends? After undergrad, I wanted nothing more than to be a successful writer. I wanted to write good sh*t. I wanted to inspire and disturb and delight. I’d start a blog. Stop. Start a short story. Stop. Start. Stop. Start. Stop. Writing was excruciating and made me so anxious I’d get anxiety attacks. I stopped because a reverberating voice screamed, “No one cares.” And I believed it. Or sometimes I heard, “The *right* people didn’t care.” And I believed it. If I didn’t receive immediate validation, I stopped. I decided that silence = no one gives a sh*t. I decided my output didn’t matter unless it was lauded on by the “right” authorities. And true: sometimes silence is a teacher. Maybe we do have to refine, revise, and reassess. But refine, revise, and reassess ≠ stop. Write to the people who care, even if the only person who cares is you. Make friends with the silence. Use it to listen deeply. Pause whenever you need to replenish. But please, keep going. I help writers move out of the stop-start-stop cycle into a rhythm that works for them. DM me to learn more about my 1:1 coaching and developmental editing services and let’s get you in flow. 💋, Hannah • #blackwomenhealing #sacredwisdom #loveofself #queerpoc #selfloveheals #selfloveisimportant #compassionfirst #healingjustice #bethemagic #pleasurerevolution #bipocbookstagram #bipocbooks #nonfictionauthor #nonfictionwriter #bipocauthors #newbookstagram #hannaheko #honeyistheknife (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/hannah.eko/p/CZIbZUhPPJ6/?utm_medium=tumblr
No wonder some of us strive to be perfect. No wonder we are afraid to fail. And yet, perfection never protects us from feeling flawed, bad, inferior for long does it? There’s always something we could’ve done or said better. There is no perfect deed that will save us from our fallibility. No perfect piece of writing that will quiet the incessant self-judgment. There is just us and the decision to feel the shame of being imperfect and do the thing anyways. Over and over again. Your fears of imperfection are a survival mechanism and it’s scary for our souls to let go of something that kept us or our people alive. Our world will not be healed by perfection. And your recovery from paralyzing perfectionism will be far from perfect. We will heal from imperfect tries toward a greater good. You will heal by acknowledging the fear and choosing one good enough action inspired by your no f*cks given truth. May you know that the opposite of perfect isn’t bad or terrible. May you know the opposite of perfect is human. If you desire to make 2022 the year you release unhelpful perfectionism off and on the page, see the link in my bio to find out more about my 1:1 coaching and developmental editing practice. ✌🏿 • • #blackwomenhealing #sacredwisdom #loveofself #queerpoc #selfloveheals #honeyistheknife #compassionfirst #healingjustice #bethemagic #pleasurerevolution #bipocbookstagram #bipocbooks #nonfictionauthor #nonfictionwriter #bipocauthors #hannaheko (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZBdI8xLF3y/?utm_medium=tumblr
Let’s say there are two people in the emergency room. One dude has suffered the loss of a finger. Another girl has suffered the loss of their arm. They are both in pain but clearly the severity is different. But. Perhaps, the finger wound wound was jagged and complicated. Perhaps their life is an example of death by a thousand papercuts. Perhaps the person with the arm wound has an entire community around them and the cut was clean. Is it understandable that the arm wound girl doesn’t give a f*ck about the finger wound dude? Absolutely. Do their wounds require the same treatment? Absolutely not. Will arm wound girl heal faster if finger wound lets their wound fester and stays suffering? Absolutely not. I present this rather grotesque picture because I feel there is a human tendency to compete with even our pain. And if we are competing and comparing, we’re probably not healing. Sometimes we need to move to different rooms if we want our wounds to be met with proper treatment. Sometimes, people with severe wounds probably don’t want to hear our more moderate stories and that’s okay. Choosing to suffer because someone suffered more is a choice. Asking someone to remain unhealed because you suffered more is cruelty & won’t save you. Obsessing about others’ wounds and not focusing on your own healing is called the Trauma Olympics. Healing our wounds is a decidedly messy, nonlinear journey and we’ve made choices that did not serve us. Lean into the habits of mind and heart that keep you from healing. What is it that your wound really needs? Acknowledgment? Community? Permission to be? Boundaries? Your wound is your wisdom. Lean in and resist nothing. Our wounds can be our biggest allies when we stop resisting their message & meet them with care and support. In my six month 1:1 coaching program, we hold the weird and tender of your life so you become a writer unafraid of ANY of your feelings. You’ll know and act from a place of grounded truth. See the link in my bio 2 learn more. • #sacredwisdom #hannaheko #selfloveheals #honeyistheknife #bipocbookstagram #bipocbooks #nonfictionauthor #nonfictionwriter #bipocauthors (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CY97PIEPe38/?utm_medium=tumblr
