"Almost, but not quite."
- Reads 2
- Votes 0
- Parts 1
Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Tue, Jul 1, 2025
A raw and heartfelt reflection on a love that almost was-halos naging tayo, pero hindi kinaya. A story of letting go and learning to choose yourself first.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Breaking Habits
It's in the habits, that's how you get it close to you, that's how you get it to be yours.Complete
We Grew Up, But Not Together
He wasn't my first love - but he was the first one who stayed long enough to make me believe in forever. Until he didn't. We were sixteen when we thought love could survive anything. We held on through distance, shifting courses, and growing pains. But when college came, so did the cracks - and eventually, the goodbye. I spent years healing the version of me that broke for him. And just when I finally felt whole again... he came back. But this time, he wasn't mine. He found me healed - and still managed to hurt me. This is the story of a love that didn't make it to the end... and the girl who learned how to love herself when he couldn't.
The Same Heart
This isn't about forgetting. It's about choosing love again. With the same heart, that once loved another.Complete
Undelivered Truth
Di ko alam na yung lalaking mamahalin ko ay nakatago ang totoong pagkatao sa isang maskara. I've been fooled and hurt but I still found myself loving him. It's always been a battle of mind and heart but in our story it includes also the battle of blood. Our journey will going to be hard. But I still want him, I still want you.Complete
Brutally yours
To the quiet girls with stormy hearts. To the boys who feel too much but show too little. To those who were never chosen first - but loved like they were the last. This story is for the unseen, the unheard, the untamed. For every soul who thought they were "too soft" for this world - and found someone who didn't just see their softness, but protected it with fire. For anyone who still believes that love isn't always gentle - but when it's real, it is brutally honest, brutally fierce, and brutally yours. And most of all - To the one who dreams loud in silence: This is your story. You just haven't lived it yet.Complete
After Everything
Prologue: Before the storm, there was softness. There was laughter in quiet cafes, late-night calls that turned into early mornings, hands tangled in each other like roots learning how to hold. There was a boy who made me feel seen, and a girl who still believed that love-real love-could be enough. We weren't perfect, but we were in love. The kind of love that feels handwritten by the universe. The kind of love you bet everything on, even when the odds start to shift. But the thing about love is that it doesn't unravel all at once. It frays. Quietly. Softly. One skipped detail. One unanswered question. One moment of doubt that grows roots while you're still convincing yourself everything's fine. This is a story about that unraveling. About the ache of being almost chosen. About trust that cracked before it broke. But it's also a story about resilience. About finding your voice in the silence. About choosing love-not just in someone else, but in yourself. Because sometimes the greatest love stories aren't the ones that come easy. They're the ones you fight for, walk away from, and learn to return to with open eyes. This is not just a love story. It's a reckoning. A healing. A reminder that sometimes, even in the aftermath, love still finds a way back. And this time, it's real.Complete
THE BOOK OF FORGOTTEN DELIBERATELY
"Some truths don't set you free. They set you on fire." They told me not to open that book. They warned me with stories-old, crusty ones-about madness, about secrets best left untouched. They said the library's far wing was cursed. That the books in that section didn't whisper wisdom-they screamed. But curiosity has a strange way of settling into your bones, especially when you've lived your entire life inside walls built from someone else's truths. My name? It doesn't matter-not yet. This story isn't about names. It's about what was forgotten deliberately. And how I found it. I wasn't born a rebel. I didn't want to challenge kingdoms or rewrite history. I just wanted to understand who I was, why I felt out of place, and what those strange dreams meant. The ones with burning skies and voices calling me by a name no one else knew. This isn't a tale of heroes and villains. It's messier than that. It's about a girl who found a truth so big, it didn't fit into her world. And maybe-just maybe-it won't fit into yours either. But I'll tell it anyway. Because stories like this-whispers like these-were never meant to stay silent. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events, or locales is purely coincidental. The stories in this book are designed to entertain, provoke thought, and explore a range of emotions and themes. They do not intend to offend or represent any belief system, historical accuracy, or cultural narrative in a literal way. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author.Complete
The one that got away
another ON au... taglish naman Tayo para mas feels. I will start updating this after nung One Sided Love.Complete
It's in the habits, that's how you get it close to you, that's how you get it to be yours.
More detailsContent Guidelines