When you wake up next to someone every day for years you stop perceiving them in an objective way. You can’t tell what they are because you’ve looked at them for so long, in the same way that a word stops sounding like a word when you repeat it too many times. The closer you get to them the more they turn into this blurry extension of yourself, which is neither beautiful nor ugly, but just a thing that exists beyond measure. Their qualities are invisible to you now and it’s hard to desire something that you cannot gauge.
