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We were almost.
Almost the laughter in quiet mornings.
Almost the hands that never let go.
Almost the home we both needed.But almosts don’t keep you warm at night.
They don’t hold you through storms.
They don’t stay.And now all I have is the ache of knowing —
you loved me,
but you wouldn’t let me love you back.
