My heart beats fast inside my chest,
It screams.
I feel it, and so does my soul.

Why, dear god,
why do we always realize too late,
what true love really is?

Are we made for always being “almost”,
and never more?

Are we made for forever seaching,
only to find out
that what we've been searching for
was right in front of us the whole time?

Well, I think I know.

Maybe,
just maybe,
this is the way life teaches us,
that everything is a journey,
and no journey ever ends without goodbyes.

The only thing we can do,
is being prepared for those goodbyes to happen.

But tell me,
who is ever ready,
when ready means not to fully love what you have?

Isn't that the point in all of it?

I don't know.

I don't know anything anymore,
though my brain never felt more full either.

I need to leave.
But there is nowhere to go,
as my world just took the door out.

My favourite almost.
My favourite goodbye.

-vanellajojo