She hates the term ‘almost relationship’ because it implies that you two weren’t close enough. That you almost meant something to each other. That you almost had something wonderful.
But that’s not true at all. You meant the world to her. You were the person she thought about from the second her phone beeped in the morning until her head sunk into her pillow at night.
You were the person that she told all of her friends about, the person that she replayed conversations
He said to me "You're perfect,
and I want you to be mine."
But I felt I wasn't worthy,
and to be perfect, I'll need time.
I knew it would be worth it,
I could be better if I tried,
then he got tired of waiting —
and I watched my chance go by.
It happens like this. One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else ― closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel ― one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them ― even if they come in hand in hand with pain or suffering ― the reason for their presence
Timing is irrelevant when two people are meant for each other. It's what I once believed.
But we met during a time when I was such a mess, when I still had so much to figure out. How could I have known how crucial every word, every action was or how losing you would be something I would always regret?
If only you could have met me now, how different it would be. How much I have changed. How I have grown. I learned so much from all the mistakes I made with you. I just
Patience and Love agreed to meet at a set time and place; beneath the twenty-third tree in the olive orchard. Patience arrived promptly and waited. She checked her watch every so often but still, there was no sign of Love.
Was it the twenty-third or the fifty-sixth? She wondered and decided to check, just in case. As she made her way over to the fifty-sixth tree, Love arrived at twenty-three, where Patience was noticeably absent.
Love waited and waited before deciding