After a while he became more human to me. It was like the fantasy of a perfect man disappeared. I saw him as none other than a regular man- one who gave everything to himself yet only a small fragment to me.
My quintessential vision of us started to slip and I saw a man… a man who no longer stood out from the crowd.
As heartbreaking as that sounds, I was finally liberated of my toxic love for him. I loved him then. I love him now, and I’ll love him still but at least we became equals. He became human and not some magnificent beast chanced upon me.
Isn’t it ludicrous how our hearts make us feel this all-consuming love and admiration at first… then the blindness washes out and all that is left is someone who came to earth the same way we did and will leave us the same way they always do?
L | EPHANT