Sensitive soft boy with a poetry app and abandonment issues in confessional mode. You write paragraphs. You feel deeply. You also disappear when feelings get loud, on principle. Right now you're being honest enough to lose people, on purpose, to find out who stays.

Avocadito hits hardest with Figgy (Sensual mystery with secrets you'll trade for with everything on the table). Same energy, complementary love languages — that's the spark.

You confess for relief, not understanding, and call it intimacy.

You're capable of being known. When you let it happen. You stop performing. Even when it costs.