In the fixing of things.
Pride giving.
A dangerous thing, pride, when en mass
but
A “job well done”
Would be more than enough.
“Look how it works, much better now”
Would send me over the moon.
A helping hand would make me swoon.
It all comes easily. After the years... A quick look, an “ah that must go there” a warmth when on the right track and the parts are coming together.
Better than new. That’s the goal.
Though going back and fixing mistakes...
That’s education too.
I don’t want to be this way.
I want help.
I want love.
“I appreciate you”
I can’t fix that. I can’t make words happen or feelings occur. I can just hope in silence that the effort
...That I myself...
Will be noticed
and maybe loved.
