Not the center of the story.

But you're the part I couldn’t ignore.

I like reading; letting myself sink into a collection of words woven into a story that makes me forget, for a moment, the weight of the world.

Daydreaming… oh, it’s the most delightful thing. It feels like exploring different lives and situations without having to experience them yourself.

Have you ever fallen in love with a story? Because it’s so beautiful, woven together with each character's many stories. The main character becomes a moving point of view, guiding you through corridors filled with each character’s arc.

The kind of character that makes you smile when you remember the scene where they blush upon meeting their crush for the first time… or makes you cry when you think of the moment they struggle to face their trauma.

You find yourself wishing you could hold onto the thread that connects your character to their world; just to keep them alive.

Or did you ever feel anger when another character barges in and messes everything up for the main character, leaving you spiraling into wild thoughts like, “Is this going to end badly?”

That’s when I saw him.

You, yes you.

You appeared out of nowhere amid the crowd of passing characters, suddenly stepping into the spotlight; even if only for a moment, it was enough to capture my attention.

You’re one of the characters who has always stayed from the start. But you’re not the main character, only have a single arc in the entire story. People who read it might easily overlook you.

But I didn’t.

You’re kind, always trying your best. To me, you matter just as much as the one at the center, because your role holds them up.

I know it’s because I read your arc slowly and patiently, watching your struggles; how you became who you are. The person you are now compared to who you used to be… something many people overlook, just because you’re not the main character.

But hey, I like your smile… those plump cheeks when you smile.

You never hesitate to remind the main character, or anyone in that fictional world, that they’ve already done their best.

"You don’t have to be the best. You don’t have to be perfect. Just be within your own capacity… because humans have their limits, don’t they?"

Small changes: from someone who used to be afraid of everything to someone who stands up for a friend, even if it means getting hurt first.

Feeling the cold floor beneath you, the sting of every blow. Even with blood running from your nose, you don’t step back. You keep going, even when your body feels like it might give out.

Baby steps, yet you grow within the story. How could I ever ignore you, hm? When you shine that brightly.

I'm merely a distant observer, savoring your story that feels more exclusive as everyone else fixates on the main character.

And I love it. I love the version of myself who admires you from afar.

Thank you for the parts of your story you thought didn’t matter at all.

Maybe it seems small; your efforts and all the stories you carry. But to someone else, it means the world.

If, in the end, your story doesn’t end well, then let me write it again; a story where we finally meet.

I may not be the best writer, but I’ll never run out of words to describe you when people ask me, or even when they simply stop by our story.

Maybe it isn’t just a story.

Maybe people like you exist beyond the pages, too.

Who knows?