Almost Lover

        You've never really been "mine".  I couldn't get mad at you for taking another girl out.  I wanted to.. but it wouldn't have been fair.  We spent a summer together once.  And I can say that it was the best summer of my life.  Bare feet at the lake you took my face in your hands and kissed me like you meant it.  And for the first time in years, I knew that someone meant it.  At that moment I realized that I was in over my head.  And I never wanted you to let me go.
        In your defense, you were always very clear on what you wanted.  We were just friends.  I was your "green eyes" and you were my "A-baby" But in those fifty-three days you quickly became my world.  I woke up and I thought of you. I went to bed and I dreamt of you.  All the while knowing that on August 8th, it would all have to end.  And as that deadline lurked nearer and nearer, I found myself falling in love with you more each day.  But you always kept me grounded.  "Green eyes... You know that I have to go. But I will come for you.  Wait for me."
        And you would hold me and my worries would drift from my mind only to land in my midnight thoughts.  I waited for you.  But you didn't come for me.  I so desperately wanted to be yours.  And you let me slip through your finger tips without a second thought.  To you, we were just friends.
        I don't look at you with anger anymore, and my heart doesn't ache when I think of you.  I know that what we had was real and it was intense.  I loved you once, and I think that you almost loved me.


                                                         al·most

                                                   ˈôlˌmōst/

                                                   adverb

1.                                                not quite; very nearly.

That summer was almost perfect.
You almost came back to me.
Goodbye, my almost lover.

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