Suadade
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The lack of a stamp means you must have stood right here at some point while I slept. Crawling back, like the light through my windows.
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"We almost loved once" I say, tears forming at the memory. "It was walking through the city at night and trying to see the stars." "Seeing each other at school, but pretending we didn't. Sitting by the pier talking about everything and nothing." "Almost love is the worst. It's full of I should haves or I could haves and definitely a bunch of what-ifs." "When it could have worked out if the time were right, but it wasn't and your heart aches thinking it was." "We really did almost make it, and if I could have almost made it with anyone I'm glad it was with..." Sometime the universe gives you your Happily Ever After you just don't see the hour glass that goes along with it. And in the case of Alec and Zaire the sand runs out way before they thought it would.

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