Almost Is Never Enough

I wasn't supposed to fall for him.

It started with a glance, a dance, a soft laugh that echoed longer than it should have. What came after were years of quiet devotion-little acts, unspoken wishes, and late-night conversations that meant everything to me and maybe nothing to him.
I gave what I could. My time. My effort. Pieces of myself.
And even when we blurred lines-crossed into something that looked like love in the dark-I knew it wasn't.

Almost, but not quite.
This is the story of that kind of love. The kind that stayed too long. The kind that tried its best.
The kind that was never enough.