Echoes of Almost

Somewhere between “hi” and “bye”, there’s this quiet, weird little space where things almost bloomed.

It’s kinda like tending to a garden that was never really yours. You water it, talk to the leaves, maybe even name a flower or two. And just when you start imagining how it might all grow… you realize. Oh. Right. This wasn’t mine to begin with.

I used to think being chosen was the ultimate goal. Like, once someone picked me, it would mean I’m finally enough. But maybe being chosen isn’t really about how lovable or amazing you are. Maybe it’s more about timing. Readiness. Two people wanting the same thing at the same time. And honestly? That part’s not always in our control.

Sometimes someone shows up and lights this little fire inside you. And for a second, it feels like a story is about to begin. But not all sparks turn into stars. And not every connection turns into us.

So what do you do when things don’t turn out the way you hoped?

You take a breath. You hold space for the feelings. You remind yourself that nothing real is ever wasted. Not the words, not the laughter, not even the quiet pauses.

You keep blooming anyway.

Because the story isn’t over. You’re still here, still growing, still full of heart. And maybe the next page brings someone who sees you clearly and chooses to stay. Not because they have to, but because they just do.