I Almost Do

Have you ever just fallen in love with a song cause it speaks exactly what you wanted to say?

Cause I almost do.

For how many forgotten times did I punched the moon and the only time I got hurt was when I didn't.

But I almost do.

And everytime I hear this song, it brings so much memories of you that it almost sounds like a break up song when we never really broke up, cause there was never "US".

But the sadder part of that story is that I fell for that little while that I almost cared for you. 

That it made me almost believed that it is you.

That I almost said that you could've been the one.

But none of that happened.

And you left me hanging on the moon on that Wednesday night that could have been perfect, but the epochal part of my story was just a page to you.

You made me just a page on your chapter, when I made you my book.

And just when I thought I'm beginning to believe in love again, there goes the raptured hope.

And it took almost all of the living cells in my body to stop me from calling you that day after your birthday, cause I almost do.

I almost did.

I remember that day couple of years ago, my hand on my cellphone, looking at your name,  and just one touch of that green button, and I almost do.

And with not much courage, I sometimes think, what could have happened if I told you how I feel about you that night in the cafe.

All those years, it gets harder to suppress, I bet you know it.

And every now and then, I still get that urge to message you, and everytime, I almost do.

And sometimes I indulge myself into imagining that you also care.

That you wonder who is the man I talk about in my blog from time to time, and wish that it was you.

(God! If you only knew.)

That sometimes you think about me as well, and that you wanted to tell me how you feel about me, and you don't, but you almost do.

Footnotes: 
This post is a personal one. 
No other catch and clues.