I may not fully understand how painful this must be for you. I got ghosted too. I would like to narrate it like a story/novel. I met him in person, since he said it’s easier to talk. He called me but my data was off, so I quickly called him back and realised he was nearby. Gripped with emotions all of a sudden, I shed a few tears. I wiped them away and went to meet him. I was frowning as I sat in complete silence. Stiff body, legs crossed and arms folded. I felt numb and clenched my fists when he reached for his phone. We sat for an hour, during which he spoke and I listened and didn’t say a word unless I had to. The wind hummed in between the silences. I asked him why he didn’t respond. He said “Well- many reasons.” Held up his hand and counted with his index finger, “One, my course, I had to practice and I could not give time to anything else, I was practising the whole time and when I was not practising I’d feel anxious or guilty. Second, mom was saying she needs help and she said ‘What are you doing, why are you out for so long,’ and she knew I meet you and have been through that whole breakup so she said ‘Oh, another heartbreak, another thing to get diverted by…’ and- not danger, but slippery slope.”
Oh? I thought. Diversion? Distraction? And what was I all these days?
“Mom didn’t attack you personally, she meant in general why am I spending time with girls. I can’t be open with them at home like I can be with you. Like they’ll constantly shut me down.” Silence. “And with fear of commitment I meant dedicating time. Like even now, I’m thinking what to do next because there’s so much to do. And it’s not like I won’t be friends, I’ll catch up. I haven’t spoken to my other friends either.”
He’s trying to appease me, I thought. I could only theorise at this point. Maybe he realised there’s not gonna be anything physical and so found more reason to ghost me. I had decided. That I won’t go further than a hug. Last time I hugged him, he prompted, and I kissed him. I didn’t hug him this time. Now there’s no messages. Nothing.

Tell me if you wanna know more, I’ll write the rest of what happened to me. I need to think and gather my thoughts before I write.