Almost

Almost is such a funny word. 

But sometimes almost could be more than that.

It could be someone who was almost your everything.

Almost could've had soft, melted chocolate eyes that once held fire in their depths so intense it burned if you stared too long.
Almost could've been warm but easily cold as ice, bitter but sweet, loving but cruel.
Almost could've had a voice so enchanting you that you lost track of time, letting life pass you by if only for another moment, another second if only to hear what they had to say.
Almost could've left your toes curling, your skin prickling, and your stomach lurching with a simple touch.
Almost could've been your forever.
But one day, somehow, you found yourself speechless as words tainted with hate and anger and pain poured from the same lips you once tasted in the empty hallways.
Almost threatened to leave, daring you to stop them, but not even the threat of living without the beautiful paradox you've grown to love roused you from your stupor so Almost walked away.
As the years go by, Almost seems impossible to replace. You meet a bunch of maybes, a few hopefullys, and a couple of eventuallys but none who come close to your Almost.
Then one day, you and Almost cross paths again.

You see the happiness in those eyes that once shone for you and you alone, and your heart breaks all over again because you know you will never have that again.

Your Almost is someone else's Definite, and you walk away first this time. 

For a moment, you almost turn around.

But almost is never enough.