That's what perfect means. You're finished.
My first memory is on a ship from California back to Sydney. Water is just a natural place of home and not home.
In order to have a real life of any romance, there has to be a level of fantasy.
You have to want something or you're finished.
The state of love is this constant flux back and forth between who's saving and who's rescuing, who's wanting and not wanting, who's needing and who isn't. It's always going back and forth between two people who are actually attached.
I know perfectly well that you can't not want anything and live.