Dear perfect almost, You whizzed into the metro, like you were already high. On meth, on alcohol. I don't know. But surely, a little less on life. You were wearing this marsala sweatshirt, which was a bit loose on you. But nevertheless, it framed your broad shoulders quite perfectly. I have a thing for that colour, you see. I won't say all good things about you,though. I didn't really like the silver dye on the top fringes of your hair. You'd probably look better with the almost black, your natural dye. That would complement your eyes. Almost black. I liked the slight stubble. I happen to have a weakness for that. You got down the same station as me. I turned back to look at you. You looked at me too. I can only assume, I've been your almost as well. Would you remember my feather earring like I would be remembering your Deadpool key chain? To, A Certain Almost (1) I'll be writing about the numerous almosts I stumble upon everyday. On so many aspects. Follow #toacertainalmost #metro #yqbaba #yqtales #letter #poetsofinstagram #stranger #yqchallenge
