“Almost” is a word that sometimes sits heavy on your tongue. Like a breath hitching, or a moment too long of hesitation; it’s the thin line between what is and what could have been. Almost can lead to a lifetime of regrets and the various blind ending “what if”s. We almost made it. I almost spoke the truth. They almost stayed.
That’s not all it is, though.
“Almost” is also the record-scratch-freeze-frame internal contemplation moment, that jerks you back into reality. I almost ruined my life. We almost made the wrong decision. You almost missed out. It could be that heaved sigh, knowing you’ve been spared. Or that relief that spreads it’s warmth through you after a jolt.
Either way, to try and peer over the edge of “almost” is to gaze into a crevasse of futility. “Almost” is just a formality, something to glance at and move on from.