I almost love you, can almost feel your kiss.

Now almost can be taken as a good thing, or a bad thing.

Like what Larkin says. Things can be almost as good as love.

Or it's so unreachable that every other effort is only ALMOST there. It'll NEVER BE there.

Like you, today. Just so impossible to reach. And I now know how he feels. Never having me there when he needs me most. Sometimes you're just always there, and I'm afraid of suffocating you, but now, when I want you most, you can't be there.

And I have to take it, or leave it. It's the only choice. I don't own you, and things can't be like how they are for other people. Sometimes I believe they are, but tonight has proven me wrong.

I don't regret you, still. I'm so in love.

And that's why it hurts.