What the Twin Flame Runner Feels: Recognition Pain & Awakening. An inner struggle between fear and love. And a deep longing to both flee and return.
We met on a language app. What started as a simple conversation about language and grammar slowly became a flow of words. From something much less tangible, but all the more palpable.
An energetic recognition. A feeling of coming home, which was both wonderful and confusing at the same time. Our connection was very special, right from the start. It was in the silence between his words.
As if I exactly knew what he wanted to say before he said it. The gentleness of his questions.
The way he was truly present, without any apparent agenda. And honestly: I never give my heart away easily. It’s only happened once before, with my current partner. I am an open and friendly person. People often feel comfortable around me quickly, and I like that. But truly getting close, deep into my heart and soul, that hardly ever happens. Not because I want to be distant, but because that place inside me is vulnerable. It takes time, trust, and safety before I allow someone there.
What Does the Twin Flame Runner Feel? Recognition Pain & Awakening
But with him, it was different. He was there already, even before I realized it myself.
As if my heart and soul recognized him and his presence before my mind could understand it.
He was immediately inside me. In my heart, my energy, and my being. And I in his.
Our souls already knew. Only our minds had to catch up with the truth that was already deep inside. And you feel that. Undeniably. Inescapably.
He wasn’t even the type of man I normally fall for.
And yet there was pure and intense attraction. Not so much physical, but something in his energy pulled me. As if we were attuned to each other even before we really got to know each other. After a few weeks, we had daily contact, and it was very intense and exactly as it should be. My heart and soul felt his contact like coming home. Like it was natural. For him, it felt just as good and intense. In the weeks that followed, he often said: “I can’t resist you. If I get a message from you, I have to read it. Whether I’m in a meeting or whatever.”
What the Twin Flame Runner Feels
Sometimes it feels like you have to run away to protect yourself.
As if you take some distance to let the storm in your heart calm down. So that you can listen again to the soft voice of your own silence.
What Does the Twin Flame Runner Feel?
Bubble Phase, the Recognition
I smiled because I understood exactly what he meant. Because I felt the same. Within three weeks, we were in contact all day long. Morning, afternoon, night.
It was a whirlwind, a current that seemed unstoppable.
Energy that burned and warmed at the same time. It was as if something inside both of us finally breathed free again.
We entered a bubble. A space outside time, where our conversations flowed naturally. A bubble phase where we felt completely safe. One evening he wrote: “With you, I am completely myself, without a mask. I trust you 100%. I’ve never had that with anyone.” But also: “I don’t understand it, but I feel like my soul belongs to yours.”
What the Twin Flame Runner Feels
And I felt everything at once: emotion, recognition, confusion, and joy.
Because I felt the same. It was as if we spoke a language only we understood.
A language without words, but full of feeling. Clear, familiar, and inexplicable.
As if our souls had been talking to each other long before our eyes ever met. What seemed like weeks in time felt like lifetimes. We didn’t just know each other, we had always known each other.
Down to the smallest details, down to the silence. As if we looked through walls, through layers and stories.
Twin Flames and Both Being Highly Sensitive
As an HSP (highly sensitive person), you feel everything deeply.
Not only the beautiful things but also the subtle shifts. The smallest distance and the words left unsaid but still felt. For me, my sensitivity had space to grow. I had learned to embrace my sensitivity.
But with him, I saw something I recognized from the past: a sensitive nervous system that had survived too long. That had learned to protect itself by sometimes withdrawing,
by denying what it really feels. Because when you feel so deeply, closeness can also feel like danger.
Like a storm you don’t want to get caught up in. It can feel like losing control over yourself. And that is incredibly frightening. I knew he struggled with fear. With confusion.
Without Masks
He told me this himself, in our intimate conversations. Honest, without masks.
He also struggled with guilt feelings, maybe about his family, his choices, and about himself. He began to question who he was without the mask. The protective layer he always wore.
Because he only really knew himself as the man with a good job. A family. Everything neatly in order.
Strong and calm on the outside, but inside he often felt invisible.
His sensitivity was never recognized. When he started realizing that I saw him, really saw him, he felt vulnerable. As if everything that had protected him was slowly slipping away.
And that scared him, because who was he without that protection? Without that mask? The closeness we shared was intense. Maybe too intense for him, and it felt like he had to run to not lose himself.
The Silence Was Deafening
At first, we were truly drawn to each other. As if our souls had already decided long ago. But he was married. Not happy, but bound and with children. I was in a long-term relationship where I slowly disappeared into silence. And yet what we had never felt wrong for a second.
It felt like something that could not be denied or erased by anyone.
Our conversations were a dance of souls. Not physical, but energetic, spiritual, and pure. But the more intimate it became, the more I felt he started to shift. His energy changed.
Messages became shorter and the openness slowly faded. Then suddenly, a very cold and impersonal goodbye via app. No conversation. No message and no explanation. Just silence.
That silence was deafening. Because how do you explain mourning someone
you never touched, but whose soul held yours? It was the silence that said it all.
And I knew: he had fallen into his own chaos.
Into the fear of losing control.
The guilt that maybe left him stranded. And the confusion that kept him in the dark.
For Anyone Who Has Ever Felt So Deeply It Seemed You’d Break:
Know that you actually received a gentle kiss from the light.
A whisper of the wind and a dance of the stars.
So that you could slowly awaken again, carefully.
What the Twin Flame Runner Feels
Dark Night of the Soul
His cold words and that sudden distance brought me into what is called a Dark Night of the Soul. This is a deep inner crisis. A dark valley where everything you thought you knew is wiped away to make space for something new.
It was an experience that wasn’t just about him, but about me. About my journey back to myself. The pain was deep, the loneliness even deeper. It was strange at times, because at the same time I felt that it had to happen. The journey inward, the confrontation with all my fears. It seemed the only path to healing.
I mourned him for almost two months. For his cold, distant words.
For the lost connection. I kept searching for answers that never came. I mourned, while no one had died. Yet it felt as if something deep inside had been taken away.
The pain was so high, so deep, that crying was the only way to breathe.
And somewhere I knew: this is what I have to do now to move on.
So I cried.
I searched for support, clinging to anything that could give me a moment of peace or light.
Small moments of softness that helped me slowly get back up.
After almost two months, I began to awaken.
I began to wake up in the strange realization that this connection was anything but ordinary.
It was as if my soul recognized something my mind could not yet comprehend.
And the most remarkable thing? It happened naturally. I learned to go with the flow. There was something inside me whispering: let yourself be carried. Surrender to what is now without trying to understand everything.
Magical Moments from the Universe
Everywhere I saw double numbers, again and again.
On the clock: 10:10, 11:11, 12:12, it seemed to go on all day long.
And then encountering his name somewhere during the day. It was special because it’s a Spanish, quite unique name.
I also had special dreams that felt so vivid and meaningful they touched me deeply.
I couldn’t find a rational explanation, but deep inside I felt something much bigger was at play than I could grasp.
As if the universe gently tried to let me know I was not alone.
Taking Distance to Come Home
Only months later could I really start taking distance.
But don’t be mistaken: I still miss him every day. And I know somewhere exactly how he feels, deep inside. I have of course been allowed a glimpse into his heart and soul.
Because such strong feelings don’t just disappear.
He may suppress them. And not want to feel with his ego. But I also know everything has its time. He will awaken eventually. But it will happen in his own time.
His goodbye broke me open. But at the same time, it let the light in. He mirrored me.
His absence awakened something in me that I had forgotten: namely myself.
He disappeared, but I stayed. With myself. I write, dance, meditate, and enjoy life.
Not to get him back. But to honor myself. To give the story words
so others feel less alone, on and in their own path.
What the Twin Flame Runner Feels
Lovingly and carefully updated on: 18/10/2025
