Almost love
Almost
It's the aching pain in the spot under my ribcage It's the remembrance of the football game where I realized your perfection in all of its beauty. It's the night I realized how warm you were, and how well my head fit on your shoulder. It's the darkness of looking back and realizing the mistake I made in letting you go. It's the traumatic use of the word "almost." It's the sting in my eyes when I see you holding hands with her in the school hallway. It's the smell of you, and your cologne that I once knew so well. Most of all, it's the pain of missing you, and not loving you when I had the chance.
