So many almosts.
But the pain of an almost is always better than the easy void of a not at all.
The day I choose the certainty of a not at all over the risk of an almost is the day I allow my youth to crumble.
My youth will never crumble.
I might live a life full of almosts, or maybe, one day, an almost will cease to be an almost and we’ll be there.
And it will be worth every other almost.
But fuck almosts.