Some relationships don't walk into our lives. They pass by, like a breeze that carries the smell of first rain, or a song that only plays when the city sleeps.

You don't hold them. You remember them. Softly. Sometimes at 2 a.m. Sometimes when your tea turns cold while talking to the sky.

These are stories of those almost Of people who were never quite ours - but never truly left.

And if, while reading this, you remember someone... then perhaps, this book found the right hands.