The Art of Almost

“ There’s a strange kind of ache in things that almost happened—the almost-love, the almost-adventure, the almost-version of myself that I never became. I wonder if she still lingers somewhere, in the space between hesitation and courage. Maybe in another life, she said yes instead of maybe, stayed instead of left.

But here I am, in the only version of life I’ll ever know. And maybe that’s enough. Maybe almost was never meant to be.”