I literally climbed out of my classmate's ground-floor window last night because he tried to kiss me, and I feel like an absolute monster. We’ve been flirting on WhatsApp until 3 AM for weeks, totally feeding off the attention after my breakup. But the second he leaned in, my whole body froze and I bolted. Am I a terrible person for leading him on when I’m clearly not ready?

First off: you’re not an evil mastermind, you’re just nursing a bruised heart with late-night dopamine hits. Screen flirting is delightfully safe—it feels like a warm bath until actual flesh-and-blood reality shows up and your body violently hits the emergency brake. That freeze reaction wasn’t cruelty; it was your nervous system screaming that you aren't ready for another human in your space. The catch? He’s currently sitting in his room wondering if he did something horrifying. You don't need to date him, but you do owe him a quick reality check so he stops spiraling. Shoot him a simple text: "I'm really sorry I freaked out and vanished. You're great, but I'm still an absolute mess from my breakup, and I shouldn't have dragged you into my rebound fog." Hit send, close WhatsApp, and let your heart actually heal before you audition the next co-star.