Great article. Pretty much summarized my year. Or my university life so far( for 3 semester, 2 guys).
Because I was optimistic and filled with hope.
And I can never tell him ‘I love you’ in his face, but my heart won’t stop shouting that way.
We existed in the strange in-between of the possible and the probable. It was in the unsaid, in the expected, in the logical next steps. Our friends accepted it, anticipated it, shook their heads and said, “It’s only a matter of time.” They’d ask sly questions and accuse us outright, and all we ever managed were shy smiles and hopeful maybes. We were almost dating. We almost dated.
But almost doesn’t count for much. Almost doesn’t bridge the gap from “not quite” to “yes.”
When you almost date someone, it’s not because you’re only doing things by halves. Everything depends on the build and the anticipation in that gray area of maybe. You do not keep your secrets from them, do not laugh at half the volume, do not kiss them with only half the intensity. Maybe you’re shy about how you feel. Maybe you hold back there, but that’s…
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