Some sadness has a story. Someone left, something ended, something didn't happen the way you wanted. The reason is clear, and the sadness makes sense.
Some sadness doesn't. It's just here. Sitting on your chest. Without explanation. Without an obvious thing to point to. Just heavy.
Both are real. Both deserve to be felt without having to justify themselves. You don't owe anyone a reason. You don't owe yourself a reason either.
These are for the nights when you just need someone to be there in it with you, without trying to fix it.