I learned how to optimize machines.
You turn a screw and the result improves.
People work differently.
The more you turn and adjust them, the farther away they move.
Not visibly.
Not immediately.
But perceptibly.
A relationship is not a problem waiting to be solved.
It is a condition that must be endured.
With its faults.
With its gaps.
With its quiet days.
I used to believe love meant becoming better together.
Today I believe love means being allowed to remain incomplete together.
Without repair.
Without a plan.
Without a target value.
That does not mean everything must be accepted.
It only means that closeness does not grow from constant correction.
Perhaps this very blur is the reason closeness can exist at all.
