Dua Lipa and the Secret Love

Madly for Love

27th January 2023

I've been reflecting a lot these past few days, especially knowing that Dua has started working on her new album. I thought to myself, "She's so focused on this project, maybe she's not even thinking about M.S. anymore..." But, of course, I was wrong.

Suddenly, my phone lit up with her name on the screen. Without hesitation, I answered, "Hi, Dua. How are you?"

Her voice came through, shaky and a bit hoarse. "I'm alright. Listen, we were just talking about M.S. and I thought I'd call you, so you can join in and maybe take some notes for our book."

"Of course," I replied.

She continued, "Well, we were sitting here chatting, and I told them, 'I know M.S. won't give up on me that easily.'"

One of her friends, sitting quietly in the corner, chimed in, "Well, I wouldn't be so sure. It's been months since you two last spoke, and Dua... he hasn't even called."

Dua quickly responded, "I know our situation is complicated, but I also know he won't just give up like that..."

Then, another one of her friends, with a mouthful of snacks, interrupted, "Shall we start?"

Suddenly, something seemed to spark in Dua's mind, and she began singing a song—one that clearly laid bare their story, their struggles, their love. When she finished, I heard her friend quietly sobbing through the phone, and an eerie silence hung over the rest of the room. The silence was finally broken by one of the band members, who cautiously said, "We can't release the song like this, Dua. We'll need to change a few things to make it less obvious, right?"

Dua agreed, and they began tweaking the lyrics, softening the edges so it wouldn't be so direct. By the time they finished, her friend was in full tears, wiping her face as she said through choked sobs, "Again? Really?"

Everyone burst into laughter, with her friend's tear-streaked face adding an almost bittersweet levity to the moment. Dua grinned and said, "Yep, once more. I'm going to make you cry all over again."

The friend, sitting amongst the group, responded, "This is just... too much." Dua, not missing a beat, added, "And here's (friend's name) still munching on snacks, completely oblivious to the emotional hurricane around him."

Then, without missing a beat, Dua began singing again.

And that, dear reader, is how the song "Anything for Love" was born. It's a song that captures her unwavering belief in M.S.—that no matter the distance, the silence, or the complexity, he's out there enduring everything, just like her, keeping their love alive through it all.

Every time Dua speaks of him, it sends shivers down my spine. The way she describes their bond, with such blind confidence in a love that, to the rest of us, might seem fragile, uncertain, even impossible... well, perhaps that's how it looks to us, the outsiders. But to her, it's as real as anything, and she'd do absolutely anything for it.

5th February 2023

It's been a while since that fateful conversation about M.S., and in the quiet moments since, I've found my mind drifting back to it, over and over. This love story—so achingly beautiful, yet marked by the scars of time—continues to haunt me. I can't help but wonder... Is M.S. feeling the same unbearable pull? Does he sit with his friends, lost in thought, whispering how much he misses Dua? But then, a darker thought began to gnaw at me... What if he's forgetting her? What if all of this—every tear, every memory—is for nothing?

The few times I crossed paths with M.S., it felt like stumbling upon a rare diamond hidden in a drawer of tattered, forgotten clothes. Among all the wrong men Dua had encountered—men she had to teach how to love her—he stood apart, effortlessly embodying everything she had been searching for, without even trying. And the truth is, anyone who had the privilege to meet him could see it—he radiated an undeniable brilliance.

He was unlike anyone else. The kind of man who didn't just walk into a room; he changed the very atmosphere. His presence lingered long after he'd gone, like the afterglow of something too bright to look at directly. He wasn't just remarkable—he was irreplaceable. It wasn't just love she felt for him, it was something deeper, something raw and untouchable. Every fibre of his being seemed to complete her in ways no one else ever could. And that... that's what makes him unforgettable.

As I drifted deeper into my thoughts about this love—so tangled, yet complete—my phone rang. It was Dua. When I answered, her voice was soft but heavy with emotion, "It's hard... even in my drinks, I find myself in love with him."

I was confused, so I asked, "What do you mean, Dua?"

She took a breath and continued, "M.S. taught me to make this drink, vodka with lime. I love it. Every time I drink it, it's like he's there with me. With each sip, I can taste his kiss. When I swallow, it's like I can feel his hand brushing over my body. And those eyes... the way he used to look at me, like he was trying to see my soul."

Dear reader, hearing this made me blush. It was so intense, so raw, so vivid. It wasn't just a memory—it was a longing, a craving to feel closer to him in any way she could.

But instead of simply nodding in agreement, I couldn't hold back and blurted out, "Dua, we both know how special M.S. is... aren't you afraid someone else will see his worth and take him away from you?"

I could hear her breath catch on the other end. It was like the question hit her right in the heart. After a long pause, she spoke, her voice trembling with the weight of it, yet full of an unshakable love.

"Well... I want him to be happy. If he finds someone who makes him feel more complete than I ever did... I hope she treasures the love I dreamed of having. I hope she supports him and stands by him like he always did for me. But don't get me wrong—I want him to be waiting for me. I want 2025 to come, and for our hearts to finally meet again. I want to feel his touch on my skin, to taste his kiss once more. But more than anything, I want him to be happier than anyone else in the world. I want to see him smile, to see him laugh and look at someone with those beautiful eyes the way he used to look at me, as if they hold his future... Maybe I love him more than I ever realised. Maybe my love for him is so vast that, no matter where he is, I just want him to be happy."

The way she said it... it wasn't just love. It was surrender. A kind of love that's so deep, so pure, that it transcends possession. She loved him enough to let him go, if that's what would bring him happiness, but still, her heart yearned for him.