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 Herr Bohn

We almost made it.
I almost called you “mine,”
And you almost called me “yours.”

I think we almost loved each-other.

But the only thing I was sure about is that
wasn’t good enough.

— Nautica Elaine Woods, I Needed A Guarantee, Not A Hypothetical (via larmoyante)

if she mentions it more than once,
it’s bothering her.

— Unknown (via jasfuckinq)