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We can achieve perfection. We’ve done it too many times to count. Why can’t we obtain perfection for more than a few days at a time? Why is it so unreachable? Completely in sync full of laughter one day, and the next we can’t even look at each other? Life’s rough, that’s a given. But I feel like this should be the one thing in my life that is always constant, always something that I cherish, and the one thing that never fails to brighten my day if it is to reach the capacity that we aim for. I think to get there we always need to be on the same page, reading at the same rate. I hate the lines “we’ll work on it.” It shouldn’t be work. It should be an automatic that we are in sync as One. A One that doesn’t feel the need to argue to get a meaningless point across. A One that isn’t destroyed by stress of outside factors. A One that is whole.
But then again, maybe I’m foolish for thinking that there is such a thing as a One in this world we live in.
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