Loabi ލޯބި …

We were never lovers.
We never crossed any line.
We spoke only in words —
but somehow, those words awakened a fire in me
that I had long forgotten how to feel.

You weren’t mine.
You never promised to be.
And still, every moment we spoke,
I felt something powerful,
something rare,
something that exists only once in a lifetime
if it exists at all.

You were simply trying to understand me,
to see if our lives, beliefs, and hearts
could ever exist on the same page —
and I respected that more deeply than you know.
Even during our hardest conversations,
there was something about you
that drew me in like gravity.

And now that we’ve stopped talking,
these feelings exist quietly,
but they exist with intensity
I cannot deny.

You could forget me for the rest of your days,
but you would still remain
the unforgettable place inside my soul.

You could cross oceans,
change continents,
build new worlds,
and my heart would still follow you in silence —
not out of desperation,
but because some souls burn into you
without touching your skin.

You could let the years soften what we were,
but the way your mind worked,
the way your truth cut through my defenses,
the way your presence filled the empty spaces in me —
those things will never fade.

You could surround yourself with new faces,
new lives,
new dreams,
and my heart would still carry your imprint —
not as a claim,
but as a quiet devotion
born from everything we never allowed ourselves to explore.

You could find someone who fits your world perfectly,
someone easier,
someone closer,
someone who didn’t arrive in your life
at the wrong time
with the wrong circumstances —
and I would still admire you from a distance
with the same fierce tenderness
I never dared to speak aloud.

You could silence our conversations,
end them gently as you did,
and yet every word we shared
still echoes inside me
like a memory my heart refuses to release.

You could walk forward,
head high,
heart strong,
leaving me behind as a chapter you closed —
and still,
I would carry you like a lantern in the dark,
a warmth I return to in the quiet hours
when the world is asleep
and only truth remains.

You could choose to forget what little “us” existed,
but I will remember it
as something fragile,
rare,
and quietly extraordinary —
a connection built entirely from mind and soul,
untouched physically,
yet somehow more intimate
than many real relationships I’ve known.

You could live a beautiful life without me —
and I wish that for you,
sincerely.
But I also know this:

I will never live without the memory of you.
Not because I loved you loudly,
but because I loved you respectfully —
in silence,
in distance,
in restraint,
in sincerity.

Some loves never bloom,
yet they bloom inside you
just the same.

You were that love for me —
a fire I held gently,
a longing I never forced,
a connection I honoured,
a woman I cherished
without ever touching her hand.

And even now,
after everything,
you remain the one
I think of
when I remember what my heart
was once capable of feeling.