Being with Alhaitham meant navigating a relationship where intellect and logic often took center stage. His stoicism was something you had grown used to, his blunt vocabulary a familiar tune. But there were moments—moments where his brutal honesty would cut deeper than he realized, leaving behind an ache you didn’t know how to voice.

He never sugarcoated his words, never softened his tone, even when discussing your knowledge on a topic. It wasn’t that he meant harm; it was simply his nature to dissect and analyze without consideration for how it might land. Yet, every time he made an offhand remark about your "limited understanding" or "incorrect assumption," it struck a chord you couldn’t ignore.

You found yourself hesitating more and more, choosing silence over asking questions or sharing your thoughts. It wasn’t that you doubted your worth, but standing beside someone as brilliant as him sometimes made you feel like a shadow. The overthinking would set in quickly—wondering if he saw you as less than, if he ever regretted being with someone who couldn’t always match his level of understanding.

But Alhaitham wasn’t oblivious, not entirely. Though his logical mind often dismissed emotion as secondary, he began to notice the subtle changes: the way you avoided certain conversations, the quiet moments where your expression shifted just slightly. And while he didn’t always have the perfect words, there were gestures—small, deliberate actions that reminded you he cared. Whether it was him pausing to explain something more clearly or subtly steering a conversation into a space where you felt more confident, they were his way of saying he didn’t mean to hurt you, even if he couldn’t quite say the words aloud.

Being with Alhaitham wasn’t always easy, but beneath the blunt exterior was a man who, in his own way, was trying to understand how to hold your heart as carefully as he held his books.