He almost got me.

Almost pulled me back into the girl I once knew all too well but is now a distant memory.

Almost pulled me back into the place I used to find comfort but was destroying me day by day.

He almost got me.

The void tried to reach for what used to fill it…but only temporarily.

The cracks tried to cement themselves with what they thought was love.

He almost got me.

But she’s at that point where she’s tasted freedom and although it is not her home yet, she yearns for another taste. And another. And another.

Enough for her to starve the brokenness in pursuit of restoration.

So yes, he almost got me but the girl he once knew has now left.