Half measures.

"I think the saddest, most painful word is 'almost' and it remains to be my least favorite word.

Because it reminds me of what we had. How it was something that is not completely the case but is quite there. It's nearly it but not exactly. It is coming to terms of being so sensibly close to what we want for us— but stinks of failed possibilities, as if our attempts are just not good enough.

Almost is still my least favorite word. Because you told me that it's either I pour my heart out to something or I don't, that hearts should only have two settings: either nothing at all or all in.

But how come we chose to remain in between?"