Marketplace

I turn eight tonight. Among the people I am close to is Vroreil, someone I have been courting, on and off, with a reaching that I have not always known what to do with. Three nights running I tried to explain that reaching to Vroreil, and each time I framed it differently, as though it were a problem I was narrowing toward solving. It took someone else, Dridelk, a friend who stayed up late with me tonight trading one last round of talk before sleep, to say the plain thing: there was no solution being reached for. Only a habit of describing myself as midway through fixing something that was never broken.