Almost Still Ours

They were never out of love. Just out of time, out of sync, and out of chances.

Somewhere between silence and "I'm fine." Between almosts and not enoughs, they became strangers in a place that once felt like home.

Now, they're holding on to something that's already breaking or maybe, something that still refuses to end.

Still almost. Still ours.

Because the hardest kind of love isn't the one that fades, it's the one that tries to stay, even when everything else falls apart.