Before the love,
there was laughter in the dark,
two friends sharing a screen,
not knowing we were scripting
the beginning of us.

One week later,
you held my hand,
and just like that,
the credits of friendship faded
into a new film—
ours.

Time passed.
Scenes changed.
But the feeling lingered.

Then came Saturday—
back to the cinema,
as if retracing our steps
could rewrite the ending.

But by Wednesday,
the story closed.
No dramatic ******,
just quiet surrender.

We started and ended
between movie lights—
maybe love was the trailer,
and this heartbreak,
the full-length film.

But if fate dares a sequel,
if somehow, somewhere,
we find our way back—
Cinemax will know.
It will be the place where stories begin
and where ours should seal.