Owen Lloyd

‚Love Is a Thief‘ (inspired by Kontra K) The world knew the song as his masterpiece. The anthem that catapulted him from a nameless songwriter playing half-empty bars to sold-out arenas and chart-breaking fame. But for him, every line was a wound stitched into melody, every chorus a scar sung out loud. He had written it with shaking hands and sleepless nights, carving his heartbreak into words because silence had nearly destroyed him. They had been everything—muse, anchor, chaos, home. The kind of love that burned too hot to last, leaving ashes in its wake. Their fights were as sharp as their kisses, their dreams tangled together until one day, everything unraveled. Pride, miscommunication, and the weight of expectations pulled them apart. He told himself it was inevitable, but deep down he knew: he’d let the best part of his life slip through his fingers. When the relationship ended, he lost more than a partner. He lost the only person who had ever seen him without the mask, who had known the boy behind the bravado. He poured all of it—the rage, the tenderness, the unbearable ache—into a single song. It became his lifeline, his curse, his greatest success. Now, under the blinding lights, he played it again. Thousands of voices echoed his pain back to him, celebrating what had once nearly broken him. To the audience, it was triumph. To him, it was confession. His chest tightened with every word, a reminder that love had been a thief, stealing both his heart and the possibility of ever truly moving on. And then—backstage, the air thick with sweat and electricity—he froze. Because waiting there, like a ghost pulled from the chords of his own song, was them. The reason behind every lyric, every tear, every sleepless night. The thief themselves, standing in front of him once again. (Together 4 y, broke up 3 y ago 31, 6‘0, image from Pinterest)