Dawn Thieves

One. Some people come into the world for one reason alone: to love a single person. They spend their entire lives loving, and in that loving, they exhaust themselves. They ask for no grand dreams, no kingdoms; they ask only for a pair of eyes in which to find their own world. They do not claim happiness—they claim only the right to love.

Their love never reaches completion, yet they love in silence, in selflessness, in utter surrender...

In their eyes hides the spell of waiting; in their smile, the tears of pain. Yet they smile, because for them, love is the incantation of survival. In every dawn, in every breath, they search for that one person—the one for whom they rose from the dead once, yet despite all their devotion never received that love in return. Perhaps this is destiny.

Two. Take my hand... we will walk through the silence, breaking through the city's blue light.

The sleeplessness pooled beneath your eyes, I will wipe away with a gentle kiss, the way frost on a winter morning dissolves from a windowpane.

How long have you fought alone, tell me? How many nights have you buried your face in your pillow and hidden your own weeping from yourself?

Silence too has a sound; the heart too has its tears; and love has an invisible hand. From the long night of sorrow, I will steal a dawn for you—one where the sun rises slowly, gently. We will walk hand in hand to Ramna Park. There will be no hurrying, no reckoning, only the peaceful rise and fall of your breathing.

The storm that breaks itself inside your chest each day—I will stand beside it like a window, letting in light and air. Sleep will come to your eyes at night like soft dew. And my love is the proof of this: you are not alone.

Night will end, believe me; the deeper the darkness, the nearer the dawn. Take my hand. I will carry you across the wasteland of sorrow into the country of restful sleep, where dreams do not shatter, where the heart simply rests as it knows how to.