Settings all inserted, a playscript starting from nowhere. As the pages and story unfold, I’m uncertain of where it’ll go. Each person that reads it reads it and views it differently. You can be good. A certain sad familiarity as I reread the plot and storyline time after time. Each time getting something new out of it. You make me feel like an exerpt to you. We have short scenes both passion-filled and mundanely trailing nowhere. Uncertain, imperfect but yet perfect in it’s imperfection and lack of clarity. There are no drafts in this script.
We improvise as we go, the directional texts are vague and yet tell so much in it’s lack of details. You are someone I read and with each read I get a lil something more. I share you with others and some like it, some don’t. It all depends on preferences. You can’t be edited, expanded or improved. You become an extension piece to something else that holds the same plot and revolving themes. There will always be many other scripts out there. You’re like a scene out of “Closer”. Short, filled with passion a mix of emotions varying from jealousy, hurt, love, bliss, joy and many other undefined.
But like every script the ending comes. And sometimes, plays end hanging with no closure. And to you, I play but a minor role in this play we’re both casted in. You hold the lead role. And while the minor character is interchangeable, the main role for this play remains for he tells how it is. You are the protagonist. To you, I am merely a supporting role. Previously known on it’s way to becoming published now set aside. Deemed inconsequential. So I look on with bittersweet memories, sadness mixed with happiness that in it’s uncertainty lies closure. These are the plays I enjoy. Not knowing where it’ll go and even if it all goes to naught, that I’ve learnt and grown from it all.
Now I finally flip the final page and it’s time to set it aside. You will always be one of my favorite plays. One I’ll look back with fond memories. One with the remnants of my youth, my naivety and lack of maturity when it came to relationships and life. But it’s time to start on building my own story. I’ve gotten too caught up in this playscript for too long. One day when I’m stronger maybe I’ll look on and be able to read you once more and smile.
