They say love heals — but no one warned me it breaks you first. 💔🌧️

The memories play like old songs on repeat, and I let them. Because even this ache is proof that it was real.

If this is suffering, why do I still search for you in crowded rooms and quiet nights?

As I’m suffering from kadhal, I’ve realized — love isn’t always a place you arrive at. Sometimes, it’s a fever you survive.