people i'll probably never forget (and everything i learned from almosts)

 some people don’t stay, but they still leave little things behind  like handwriting on the edge of my notebook or a song i can’t skip no matter how many times i try.

 they showed up in a few pages of my life, and somehow that was enough. maybe it was never about how long they stayed, but how quietly they changed me. 

i think about almosts a lot ... almost-friends, almost-moments, almost-braver versions of me. i used to wish every story had a proper ending, but now i think some things are meant to stay unfinished.

 i’m still learning how to exist gently. to stop holding things like they’ll disappear, to let people go and still be grateful they were here.

and if they ever think of me, even for a second, i hope it feels warm. like the light that slips through my curtains at 4 p.m.