I am moved. There are beautiful things, so many beautiful things. And these beautiful things teach lessons, the lessons I resist so deeply are suddenly coated with sugar, and are little wondrous things that I simply misunderstood. A kind hand, a warm smile, a blazing sunset guiding me to what wasn’t covered properly the first time around. Filling in the gaps. Smoothing out the ragged edges. Enough for me to realize that I’m doing the same for that beautiful thing. Enough for me to realize that we are fitting each other’s imperfections perfectly. To accept patience and time. To accept that it all falls into place some day.