They say,
the saddest word in the English dictionary
is almost.
I never really understood why.
That was of course, before I met you.
Before we almost were a thing.
Before we almost fell in love.
Before we almost made it.
We messed up somewhere along the road.
And suddenly the things we used to love
about each other
became burdens in our every day lives.
We gave up.
We almost got there, but we never quite did.
And that\'s a hard reality to swallow.
But after awhile you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand
and chaining a soul.
You learn that love
doesn\'t always mean loving,
and company doesn\'t always mean security.
You begin to learn
that kisses aren\'t contracts
and presents are promises.
You begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and eyes forward.
With the grace of a woman,
not the grief of a child.
And you will learn
to build all of your roads on today
because tomorrows ground is too uncertain for plans.
And that futures have a way
of falling apart mid flight.
After awhile you start to learn
that even sunshine burns
when you get too much.
So you plant your own garden,
and paint your own soul,
instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn,
that you really can endure.
You really are strong.
And you really do have worth.
And you learn,
and you learn,
and you learn.
With every \"Goodbye\",
you learn.