— in Arvin's style: soft acoustic storytelling, starts light, ends bittersweet but glowing.
Verse 1 – Light and Comedic
She was the one with the snack stash in her sleeve,
He was the guy who always asked to leave.
They met during group work, both late and confused,
One brought the jokes, the other brought juice.
They shared umbrella space on accident thrice,
Argued about movies, about sugar in rice.
No one said it, but the signs were clear—
Even the blackboard said, "Sit together here."
Chorus – Playful but Wondering
Almost holding hands in the hall,
Almost dancing slow at the school-wide ball.
Almost saying something more than "Hi,"
Almost looking back when they said goodbye.
Verse 2 – Quieter and Tender
She laughed like her heart had wings,
He hid poems in his notebook between math things.
He drew stars next to her name, never bold—
And she kept every joke he texted when days felt cold.
They weren't a love story you'd post online,
But every moment felt just shy of divine.
Lunch table glances, shared charger cords,
He wrote her name in the margins like hidden chords.
Bridge – Bittersweet, Slow
Then time, that thief with soft feet,
Moved chairs, changed seats, shifted the beat.
No fight, no fall, no big goodbye—
Just schedules clashing, "Maybe laters" that lied.
Still, he'd walk past the classroom where she once waved,
Still, she'd hum that song he liked but never played.
They lived on as an almost—quiet, untouched—
The kind of love you don't confess… too much.
Final Chorus – Emotional but Hopeful
Almost a confession at the gate,
Almost a reason to ask her to wait.
Almost a name he wanted to write in ink,
Almost a "What if?" before he could blink.
But somewhere between the maybes and musts,
They learned some hearts bloom quietly in trust.
Even if the stars never aligned quite right,
They still shared a sky, still saw the same light.
Outro – Gentle Echo
Not all loves end with a kiss or fuss—
Some just linger, soft and wondrous.
Call it almost, call it nearly, call it us.