I used to be this person who believed in romance.
I believed in that happily ever after part at the end of the movie.
When the two lovers find their love.
The moments that bring a smile and let everyone know the world is ok.
Some where along the way I let it go.
I became cynical;
I unlearned the meanings of beauty;
Instead I started focusing on darkness;
I started noticing the one second in the film.
The exact millisecond before they get it.
In that second they are as low as they can go
It is always their breaking point; hope through the hopelessness.
In the film they come away from it.
Characters are written to find the perfection in the millisecond that follows.
The starkly distant moment from the reality they just lived.
In a new moment everything is whole.
They find inside themselves the strength;
I want my second second.
I want it now.
It is time to write it.
Time to arc.