Isn't it wild to think about life like it's one big musical piece? Picture it: the highs and lows, the ups and downs, they're all like different notes and melodies in a song. Sometimes it's all somber and melancholic, with those tear-jerking moments that hit you right in the feels. But then, there are those times when it's all upbeat and joyful, like a catchy tune you can't help but dance to. It's like life throws in this mix of emotions, from pain and sadness to laughter and happiness, and somehow, they all blend together to create this symphony of existence. Sure, it's chaotic and messy at times, but there's this beautiful harmony hidden in the midst of it all. Think about it: without the contrast of the sad bits, would we really appreciate the happy moments as much? It's like they're all part of this grand composition, each note adding to the richness and depth of the whole experience. So yeah, life's like a song, and we're all just trying to find our rhythm in this crazy, beautiful symphony.

Mavise Gueen had always lived in the margins of her own life-shadow-present, yet unseen. Ever since her mother's death had confined her within the cold walls of her father's home, she had existed like a ghost-felt, but never truly noticed. When her heart quietly surrendered to a man she only dared admire from afar, she never once dreamed of being seen by him. And yet, the day Van Blissed asked her to be his wife, she believed-perhaps for the first time-that the light had finally reached her. But marriage unveiled a harsher truth. She was not simply invisible; she was a star burning in his sky, destined to be overlooked. A book resting on his shelf, left unopened, its pages aching for touch. Now she lingers in the silence of her own story, faced with a question that refuses to fade: should she fight to be written into his life, or was she always meant to remain nothing more than a forgotten footnote?

She believed in love-the kind that lasted. Raised on the quiet devotion of her parents, she gave her heart fully, trusting it would be returned. But then came him. He felt like home, until he didn't. He left. Came back. Left again. And with each departure, she lost a little more of herself. How do you love when love is fleeting? How do you hold on when you're always waiting for someone to stay? When love is almost forever, can you ever truly let go?