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.
As I’m suffering from kadhal — smiling outside, bleeding inside. Still not ready for a cure. 💔 as i’m suffering from kadhal
They say love heals — but no one warned me it breaks you first. 💔🌧️ As I’m suffering from kadhal, I’ve realized —
As I’m suffering from kadhal, every breeze feels like a sigh, every song cuts a little deeper, and every silence screams your name. every breeze feels like a sigh
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?