@jdjkl
Funny how I used to think love meant getting everything right.
The perfect words. The flawless timing. The zero misunderstandings.
Turns out, that’s not connection—that’s performance.
Real closeness? It’s messy. Awkward pauses. Forgotten anniversaries. Tears over burnt toast.
A friend told me once: “You don’t need to be understood—you need to want to understand.”
Didn’t get it then. Get it now.
It’s not about syncing perfectly. It’s about leaning in when the rhythm breaks.
Ever notice how the strongest bonds aren’t polished? They’re patched.
With patience. With questions instead of assumptions. With silence that doesn’t scare you.
Someone else said: “Imperfection isn’t the gap—it’s the glue.”
Think about your last real moment of closeness. Was it perfect? Or just… true?
Maybe we’ve been measuring love with the wrong ruler all along.
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