Just a thought

I hate the way the mind can take a lonely chapter and quietly convince you it's the whole story. Some days, I can see all the unwritten pages ahead of me. Other days, my brain whispers that this is simply how the story ends—that I'll keep walking through life without ever finding someone who truly wants to walk beside me. I know a feeling isn't a prophecy. I just wish some days it didn't feel so much like one.