Almost Us

It started as a game-flirty texts, teasing glances, and stolen moments that felt like nothing at first. But nothing turned into something. He was tall, effortlessly handsome, with honey-brown eyes that held unspoken stories and a smile that made my heart skip. The way he dressed-sharp, effortless, intoxicating-matched the way he smelled, like warmth and mystery. His laughter? That was my favorite sound. And his hands, veiny and strong, held a quiet kind of power.

We ran into each other in places that didn't feel like coincidences-shopping malls, where he'd linger just long enough for me to notice, my workplace, where he'd show up just to talk, making the mundane feel special. And then came the nights when he'd pick me up after work, when we'd sit in his car, time slowing down as our conversations stretched into the early hours.

But timing was never on our side. And now, with only five days before he leaves, I wonder-were we ever meant to be, or were we always just almost or will we continue this in the future?