Life continues. There is no cut of the scene where loose ends can just be dropped.
I look back and think of lines that would have been perfect. I dream of scenarios and create people in my head, wishing that it would happen for me.
Life is not a movie. You cannot learn life lessons or find your soul mate in 120 minutes or so.
I could have done things totally different yesterday.
In a romantic comedy, I would have come right back after driving away and asked for one more kiss.
Or, maybe if it were a indie comedic drama, I would have asked you if you would like to come along with me, when you asked me what my plans were, and you would have said yes, you would like that.
Possibly, in a really sappy movie, you would have fallen for me. So, after last night, there would be a shot of you distressed, heartbroken, throwing something and staring out the window, hoping I would drive up to your house.
Then, you would receive a text from me saying:
Remember that time
when you sat in my truck and I told you I wanted to end what we had together?
And so, the movie would end with me running up the steps and you grabbing me and kissing me passionately on your front porch.
Cue the credits. They were happy together for the rest of their lives. Actually, they just stayed in that moment forever, or maybe they got coffee together. It does not really matter; it is the end of the movie.
Life is complete once you have found a mate who makes you feel real for the first time but you screw it up because of something else that has always been all you know, but you get the mate back be chasing after them and kissing them, according to a film.
Movies teach us to live in the moment, because, in a movie, a moment is the only time that the characters have. That is not the case in real life. In real life you have to think about the future and the consequences. There is not that safety net where you know everything will work out by the end of the 2 hours. Life does not have that guarantee.