After having numerous conversations about love and relationships with a lot of different people I realize that a lot of us have had the same experience on more than one occasion. We have had a serious infatuation. We have been in love with the idea of love.
The state of being completely carried away by unreasoned passion. An addictive adoration; an unusual love where one is inspired with an intense but short-lived admiration for someone.
A concept; something imagined. So we fall in love with the idea of a man. If you are like me you fall in love with the highest potential of that idea then you wait perpetually for him to ascend into his awesomeness. During this waiting game you build his ego and turn him into this massive Lion of a man when in reality he still just a baby kitten. You watch him as he becomes a little more your greatest version of him everyday. You watch him go through trials and tribulations, peeks and valleys. And then one day he reaches "his" greatness and you are finally just disappointed.
Your expectation of awesomeness may be too high. Sometimes the end result of his ascending and your expectations never quite measure up.
After having numerous conversations about love and relationships with a lot of different people I realize that a lot of us have had the same experience on more than one occasion.
We are simply in love with the "idea" of love.
Love to love,
Me.
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