Five long text messages and twelve missed calls.
If he can just see her blue eyes in person, then
maybe, just maybe, he can salvage this relationship.
“Relationship is a heavy, cumbersome word.”
“Relationship is an unsexy word.”
Despite her insistance to not dress their pairing with a label,
happiness is the only word he could think to call this.
He was so close to happiness.
And after all this.
He has failed.
Almost is not good enough.
Almost is bullshit.
Almost does not count.
Almost does not matter.
