Almost Are Harder Than Endings. I didn’t tell you. | by Dahi Poori by Ms.G | Jul, 2025

I didn’t tell you.

I should have. I wanted to.
But I didn’t. And now I keep wondering why I didn’t say something when I had the chance.
Maybe I was scared you’d laugh.
Or worse you’d just, not feel the same.

I don’t even know if this counts as a love story.
Maybe it’s just a really well-dressed regret.

We never kissed.
We never had late-night talks where our voices got softer.
We never sat on the same side of a cafe booth with our knees accidentally touching.

But there was something.
Something in the way your eyes always found mine in a crowded room.
In the way you remembered that I liked Tea more than Coffee.
In the way I always hoped you’d sit next to me, even when there were other chairs.

And I,
I built whole future in my head.
I imagined what your laugh would sound like in my kitchen.
I wondered how you’d hold my hand in public if you’d hold it at all.
I even thought about whether your playlists were sad, happy, or chaotic.
I still think it’s the third one.

But we never happened.
No confession. No beginning.
And now, no ending either.

Just this weird, unfinished feeling I carry like an old love letter that never got posted.

The thing with “almosts” is that they don’t shatter you loudly.
They don’t break plates or yell at 12 AM.
They just sit quietly in your chest
and ache.

Some people leave behind memories.
You?
You left behind possibilities.
And somehow, that feels heavier.

I still think of you when I’m waiting at railway stations.
You’re not there.
But for some reason, I still half-expect you to show up
headphones in, eyes tired, pretending not to see me first.

I don’t know. Maybe it’s stupid.
Maybe I’m romanticizing a ghost.
But I swear
you felt real to me.

Maybe in another version of us,
we weren’t so careful.
Maybe we didn’t play it safe.
Maybe you said something first.
Or maybe I did.

And maybe we laughed about it later,
years into a life that never happened.

But in this version?
We’re just two people who almost meant something to each other.
You walked away quietly.
I stayed and filled in the blanks.

This isn’t a love letter.
It’s a goodbye to something that never said hello.
It’s me, finally saying it.

You were my almost.
And I loved you like a beginning
that didn’t know how to start.

— Ms. G
Dahi Poori
For the feelings we never admit out loud.