Per dimenticare

Love isn't always about happiness; sometimes it's about a suitcase in hand and tickets "anywhere but near." When your heart beats quietly in time with someone else's wedding, and your smile is held together by a thread and a drop of self-love. On stage, it seems like congratulations and polite words, but backstage, there's a subtle rustle of an unspoken "stay." The melody is slow, like footsteps on a train platform: slightly slowed down, imbued with the salt of memories and the scent of someone else's happiness. And somewhere in those sounds, it's not jealousy that's hiding, but a pure, tired warmth – the kind you feel when you realize: yes, she made the right choice. Just not you.