Almost

By chevvi

I miss you like we had something,
like I held a title I never wore.
Like your silence was a language
I kept trying to translate
into love.

We were never “together,”
but I showed up like I was.
Softened my voice,
waited on texts,
folded parts of myself small
just to fit the space you offered—
and even that felt like home
for a while.

I loved you in the in-between,
in the pauses,
in the maybe somedays
and not yets.
I gave you my care
without conditions—
you gave me confusion
dressed as closeness.

So how do you grieve
someone you never had?
How do you explain
the pain of being
almost chosen?

Still,
I’m learning that
almost love
isn’t the same
as being loved.

And I deserve more
than the almosts.

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By Chevvi

"Dose of Chevvi" isn't just a blog; it's my heart spilled onto the digital pages, fueled by my passion and unwavering dedication. Here, each word is carefully crafted to captivate and inspire, offering you a glimpse into my unique perspective. Through a mix of creativity and raw authenticity, I share my journey of personal growth, wellness, and positivity. Come alongside me as we embark on this voyage of self-discovery and inspiration. Let's navigate through life's twists and turns together, as I empower you with the essence of my true self, igniting flames of authenticity and spontaneity along the way. Welcome to "Dose of Chevvi" – where every page becomes a canvas, inviting artistry to weave intricate tales.

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