Why is that men think it is some great consolation to tell me that I almost the right woman at the right time. ALMOST. It's always if only I had met you sooner, or if only weren't so young, or if only I wasn't in ove with a married woman. Like it somehow makes it easier that I missed happiness by an inch and not a mile. But the point is, I am not happy. Unfortunately I don't get to live in what if land. I don't get to live in a slightly different reality, I have to live in this one. And in this one I can't get past that critical inch. I get to be almost happy, close enough to feel it and touch it and smell it, but not close enough to actual be wrapped up in it.

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