Accept the learning curve.
It need not be steep,
it need not be consistent,
it need not be parallel to what you imagine it should be.
There will be hills,
there will be plains,
Always,
“I’ll try.”
“I’m working on it.”
“It’s just not me.”
Until when will these pacify?
I’ve heard,
“No one will love you exactly the way you want them to. You just have to let them do their best.”
Will that be enough?
If there’s anything at all I miss,
it isn’t you, it isn’t you;
but rather the way I never had to second guess, never had to doubt, because I knew it my bones.
I knew how much you loved me.