Almost“we almost had it all, didn’t we? the late-night calls, the whispered *stay*, the silent *don’t go*. but almost love is still not love. and almost forever still means never.”—— Darshan Regmimore poemsordinary tuesdaynothing happened today. that's the whole entry.the weight of stayingi don't leave rooms anymore. i just get quieter in themuntitlednobody warns you that silence has a texture.