For the nights when you feel like the main character in a sad movie.

 

For the nights

when you feel like the main character

in a sad movie,

stay a little longer.

The credits have not begun to roll,

and the story is far too unfinished

to mistake this chapter for the ending.

I know the rain feels scripted,

the silence unbearably cinematic,

and every memory arrives

like a scene determined to break your heart.

But not every dark frame

is a tragedy.

Sometimes,

it is merely the interval

between who you were

and who you are becoming.

So for the nights

when loneliness steals the spotlight

and sorrow writes all the dialogue,

remain.

There are still unwritten scenes,

unspoken confessions,

and sunrises waiting patiently

for their cue.

After all,

the most beautiful characters

are rarely introduced through happiness;

they are forged

in the chapters they almost did not survive.