Love, Madness, Poetry: We almost were.

Yes, I'm still not completely over you, or over us, or rather, over what could have been an us. But I'm trying my hardest. Earlier tonight, I saw this poem on berlin-artparasite's page, and it struck me. 

This needs to end.

"I need to stop being in love with the ideas of what could have been. We could have slowly inched closer and held each other a little tighter. We could have laughed a little harder and fallen in love some more. There are so many things that could have happened, but didn’t. We almost were. We almost weren’t. We almost happened. Cupid almost won. But he didn’t. And we didn’t either. "

— Ming D. Liu