They say there's a kind of love that never fully blooms
Not because it wasn't real, not because it wasn't strong, but because something always stood in the way. Bad timing. Unspoken fears. Life, in all its cruel precision, choosing differently.
It's called Almost Love.
At first, it feels like destiny late-night talks that stretch until dawn, laughter over inside jokes only the two of you understand, and fleeting moments when the world fades into silence, leaving only the two of you breathing in sync.
But then… the shift. The calls shorten. The replies grow colder. And before you can hold on, what felt infinite begins to slip away, leaving nothing but an ache where a heart once stretched too wide.
That's what this story is about. Two people who found each other too perfectly, too briefly.
And how love, sometimes, isn't lost because it never existed.
But because it was almost.