We Were Almost.
I think the hardest part about losing someone isn’t always the goodbye.
Sometimes, it’s knowing that you were so close to having everything you ever wanted, only to end up with nothing. We tried, god knows we tried. We gave it every chance we could, held onto every little promise, and convinced ourselves that love would somehow be enough to make everything fall into place. But somewhere between all the I love yous and the promises of forever, we started losing each other.
"Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if things had gone differently?"
"Every day."
"Then why didn’t we make it?"
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I didn’t know how to answer that. Because how do you explain that two people can want the same thing, love each other just as deeply, and still somehow fail to meet in the middle?
Maybe we were too afraid to say what we really needed. Maybe we waited too long for the other person to understand. Or maybe life simply had a different plan for us. But blaming life felt easier than admitting that we had something beautiful in our hands and still couldn’t hold onto it.
"I really thought we were going to make it."
"So did I."
"Then what happened to us?"
"We happened. And somewhere along the way, we forgot how to find each other."
There was no hatred between us. No terrible betrayal, no particular moment that could explain why everything fell apart. Just two people standing on opposite sides of a love they once thought would last forever. And perhaps that’s what hurts the most. We weren’t strangers who met at the wrong time. We were two people who knew each other’s hearts, who imagined a future together, who almost got to experience everything we’d ever dreamed of. We almost made it, almost became forever, almost had the chance to call each other home.
But almost is never enough.
And if there’s one thing I’ll carry with me, it’s the thought that somewhere in another version of our lives, we got it right. We said what needed to be said, stayed when it mattered, and found our way into each other’s arms without having to wonder what could have been. But in this life, all we have left is the memory of what we almost were. And I think I’ll always wonder how something that felt so close could end up so far away.
