Loabi ލޯބި …
Midnight is cruel.
It strips away illusions,
rips open old wounds,
and forces me to confront the agony
I hide from the world.
And the agony is simple:
I am in love with someone I may never have.
Someone I may never hold.
Someone who burns me even in absence.
Someone whose name hurts to think,
but hurts even more to forget.
We reconnected in November 2025,
after more than a year of silence —
and in that moment,
all the healing I pretended to do
collapsed like dust.
You became my air again.
And now I am choking on the lack of you.
What kind of relationship do we have?
Something devastating.
Something beautiful.
Something that feels like a blessing and a punishment at the same time.
I don’t wish to live a moment without you —
not because I cannot survive,
but because surviving without you
feels like living with half a soul.
Every breath I take carries your name.
Every thought I have bends in your direction.
Every piece of me aches with the truth
I wish I could escape:
You are the one.
You have always been the one.
And I don’t know how to stop loving you,
even though it breaks me to love you this much.
If love is suffering,
then I accept my suffering.
Because even the pain of loving you
is better than a life where you never existed.
Midnight knows this.
The darkness knows this.
My heart knows this.
And now…
so do you.
