"We almost loved once,"she says, biting her lip at
the memory.
"It was our eyes meeting from across a crowded
room and him helping me with a tricky math problem and grinning when
I got it right and feeling electrified every time our bodies brushed against each other."
"Almost love is the worst. Its full of what-ifs and
I-wishes. When you know it could've worked
under different circumstances, it tears you apart."
"Almost love hurts. But if anyone could be my almost-lover,
I'm glad it was him."
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