Dua Lipa and the Secret Love

Truly, He is the Only One

12th November 2023

Dua's voice trembled when she called me, her words barely holding together as the tears flowed freely. "You know, today... I was holding my friend's little girl," she began, her breath catching between the sobs. "And for a moment, it just hit me... I felt like I was holding our child—mine and M.S.'s. It was like I could see our future, right there in my arms. And the ache... the longing... it was unbearable."She paused, her voice breaking under the weight of her emotions. "I could feel him, you know? Like he was right there beside me, watching over us. It was so real. And in that instant, I missed him more than I ever thought possible." Her words were drenched in sorrow, but also with a raw tenderness that made my heart ache for her. "I kept thinking... if he were here, if things had been different, that child could've been ours. The thought of him, of the life we could've had together—it just overwhelms me sometimes." She sniffed, trying to regain her composure but failing miserably. "It's the little things that bring him back to me... the way that baby smiled, the way she looked up at me with those innocent eyes. I could see him in her, like she was some part of our future that I've been holding onto all this time. And I... I couldn't stop the tears. I just wanted him there with me, to feel his arms around me, to know that he misses me as much as I miss him."The silence between her sobs hung heavy, her words coming out in waves of pain and longing. "I don't know what to do anymore. It's like I'm living two lives—the one I have now and the one I imagine with him. And every day, the distance between them feels greater, but I can't stop hoping... hoping that one day we'll have that life, that family, that future."Hearing her like this, so vulnerable, it was impossible not to feel the depth of her love for M.S. She wasn't just missing him; she was missing the life they had dreamed of, the family they had never had the chance to build. Every word she spoke was drenched in the weight of her dreams, of what could have been."I just wish he could see me now," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I wish he could know that even after all this time, I still think of him... of us. Of the family we could've been." And with that, the call ended, but her words lingered in the air, heavy with the kind of love that stretches across time and space, the kind that refuses to fade.

14th November 2023

Dua called me after two days, and the moment I heard her voice, I knew something had shifted. There was a fire, a fierce determination in her tone that hadn't been there before."I'm not giving up on M.S., not now, not ever," she declared, her voice trembling, not with doubt, but with the weight of emotions that had been brewing inside her for what felt like a lifetime. "I *feel* him. I don't care how far he is, I know he's still waiting for me... and I'm not going to let him down."Each word she spoke was like a surge of emotion, pulling me deeper into her heartache, her longing. There was a rawness to it, as if she had finally allowed herself to stop running from the truth she'd known all along. "You don't understand," she continued, her voice catching on a sob. "Every day, it's like I can sense him with me. I wake up and I can feel his presence even though he's not here. I *know* he's holding on, fighting just like I am."The vulnerability in her voice broke something inside me. There was a desperation, a plea for reassurance that maybe—just maybe—all the pain, the distance, the silence, was worth it. She was holding onto this hope, this belief in something bigger than the circumstances they were trapped in. But as she spoke, my heart ached with the knowledge I had been carrying. I knew the truth of M.S.'s struggle, how he was enduring the same torturous wait, silently, day after day, for the sake of their love. He, too, was fighting. But I couldn't tell her. I couldn't betray the sacred silence of their decision, their agreement to stay apart until 2025.I listened to her, feeling the weight of every word she spoke as if it was my own burden to bear. She didn't know how much her voice mirrored his—how both of them, miles apart, were echoing the same agony, the same longing. "I can't let him go," Dua whispered, her voice breaking again. "I feel like I'm losing my mind without him. Every time I close my eyes, I see his face. I hear his voice. I remember the way he used to look at me, the way he made me feel... like no one else ever has. Like no one else ever will."I swallowed hard, fighting back my own emotions as her words wrapped around my heart. She didn't know that I had heard the same pain in M.S.'s voice, had seen the same heartbreak in his eyes. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to tell her. "You have no idea how much I want to be with him right now," she said, her voice suddenly low and fierce. "I don't care about the distance, I don't care about anything. I just want to be where he is. I want to hold him, to remind him that I'm still here, that I haven't given up on us."The passion in her voice was overwhelming, and I could feel the intensity of her love for him as if it were a living, breathing thing. But I stayed quiet. What could I say? I knew M.S. was enduring his own torment, fighting his own battle in silence, waiting for the day they could be together again. He was holding onto that hope just as tightly as she was."I know," Dua said, almost as if she had read my mind. "I know this is temporary. I *know* that we'll make it through this. But some days, it's unbearable... I just want to fast forward to the part where we're together again."She paused, and for a moment, there was a heavy silence. I could hear her breathing, shaky and uneven, and I knew she was fighting back tears."2025 feels so far away," she whispered, her voice breaking once again. "But I'll wait. I'll wait for him. I'm not giving up. Not on him. Not on us."Her words hung in the air, heavy with promise and pain. I could feel the depth of her love, the fierce loyalty she had for M.S., even in the face of all the heartache. And in that moment, I realized that both of them were stronger than they knew. They were enduring the unthinkable for the sake of something pure, something real. And that kind of love? It was worth fighting for.As she ended the call, I sat in silence, my heart aching for them both. They were fighting this battle together, even if they didn't realize it. And though I couldn't tell her everything I knew, I held onto the belief that one day, all of this would make sense—that their love would be the thing that survived the storm.But for now, all I could do was wait with her, alongside her, silently hoping that the day would come when they wouldn't have to fight anymore. When they could finally stop waiting.

15th November 2023

Dua calls again, but this time, there's something in her voice that makes my heart race. I know what she's going to say before the words leave her lips, but the way she says them, drenched in this undeniable love—it shakes me."I'm going to end things with him," she says softly, almost too softly, as if she's afraid to admit it out loud. "The filmmaker, I can't do this anymore."I don't respond right away because I can hear it—the rawness, the truth that's been pressing against her chest for months, maybe even years. And in this moment, I realize how deeply she's been fighting a war with herself. Trying so hard to fit into a life that doesn't include the one person her heart is undeniably tethered to. M.S."It's always been him," she breathes, her voice thick with emotion, like she's finally surrendering to something bigger than herself. "It doesn't matter how hard I try to move on... I can't. No one else even comes close. He's in my thoughts, he's in every beat of my heart. God, I feel him everywhere."She's unraveling, but not in a weak way. It's as if the truth has become too heavy to bear alone, and she's laying it bare, exposing all the scars she's tried to hide. There's something so tragically beautiful about it. "I thought maybe I could distract myself, keep busy, pretend someone else could make me forget," she continues, her voice trembling with the weight of her confession. "But every time I close my eyes, it's him. Every song I write, I hear his voice. Every single time I smile, it's because I'm remembering something he said or the way he looked at me."Her words pour out, laced with desperation, with longing so deep it's almost unbearable. "I thought I could move on, but the truth is... I don't want to. I don't *want* anyone else. No one will ever be him. He's the one. He's always been the one."I sit there, listening to her pour her heart out, and all I can think is how fiercely she loves him. How her soul is bound to his in a way that transcends distance, time, and all the obstacles life has thrown at them. It's not just love—it's something primal, something that runs through her veins. "And you know what?" she says, her voice breaking slightly. "I can't even breathe properly without him. Every breath feels shallow, like I'm only half alive without him here. I miss him so much it physically hurts. I wake up thinking about him, I go to sleep wishing he was next to me. He's in everything I do."There's a brief silence, and I can hear her trying to catch her breath, as if even saying these things out loud is too much. But then she continues, her voice now tinged with a quiet resolve."I've realised something," she says. "He's not just the love of my life—he's my life. He's in every part of me. Every decision I make, every step I take, it's always with him in mind. And I know now, I can't run from that anymore. I don't *want* to. He's the only person I'll ever truly love, and no one else will ever fill that space. He's... he's my everything."Her voice cracks, and I can hear the tears she's holding back, the ones that have been building for so long. "It's him. It's always been him. And no matter how hard I try, I can't pretend that anyone else will ever be enough. Even if I spend my whole life waiting... I'll wait for him."I feel a lump forming in my throat. She's right. She's always known. This love isn't something fleeting, it's not something that will fade with time. It's eternal, as fierce as the day they first met, maybe even more now because of all they've endured apart. "I'm done pretending," she says, her voice stronger now, like she's made a decision she knows she can't go back on. "I'm done trying to be with someone else just because it's what everyone expects. I only want him. I only *ever* want him."The passion in her words, the undeniable love that fills every syllable—it's overwhelming. It's like her soul is laid bare, raw and bleeding, but so alive, so vibrant with the depth of what she feels."I love him," she whispers, as if that's the most sacred truth she holds. "I love him so much it scares me. But I also know... I'll never love anyone else like this. Not in a million lifetimes. No one could ever compare to him."And in that moment, I realize—this isn't just love. This is the kind of connection that only happens once, maybe twice if you're lucky. The kind of love that transcends time, space, even death. It's something so powerful, so all-consuming, that nothing can break it."I'm going to wait for him," she says, her voice full of quiet determination. "I don't care how long it takes. I don't care if it's years before we're together again. I'll wait. Because he's the only person I want to spend my life with. He's the only one who can make me feel whole."Her tears fall silently, but there's strength in her words, a strength that tells me she's finally accepted the truth that's been sitting in her heart all along."He's my forever," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I'll fight for him. I'll wait for him. Because that kind of love... it's worth everything."And as she hangs up, I sit there in silence, overwhelmed by the depth of what she feels. This love, this fierce, unbreakable love—it's the kind that legends are made of. The kind that people spend their whole lives searching for. And Dua has found it. Even if the world tries to keep them apart, even if the universe seems determined to test them, I know one thing for certain: her love for M.S. will endure. It will survive. Because love like that... never dies.