We almost had coffee. I was almost in your city, at almost the right time. I almost got to hear stories of your family, your work, your life. I almost got to sit across the table and watch you gesture in the air about the things which matter to you, which means, after these last few years, that they matter to me, too.
We almost talked too long into the night, requiring a polite call to your wife who was understanding, and then finished with a long walk in the cold winter air.