What we had has no name; it's a feeling we dared not to know and explore. We became contented on just letting the tips of our fingers touch a little further than the borderline, but never wanted to know what lies beyond this unknown emotions that we weren't sure where will lead us. We're almost something but we're just nothing, in the middle of holding on and letting go, of fighting and giving up, heartbeats and over-thinking. Until what's left of the once almost 'us' are stories that are kept hidden and only known to you and me―untold to the rest of the world.