bluejay's myth

When I first saw you, I perceived you as something inhumane. Your manner and humour and way of confronting people seemed odd, out-of-place, and in my perfect, clean-stitched world, detached from humanity, thus being inhumane. As my naivety wore on, and I furthered my conceptions on your inhumanity, as a child does, I attached myself onto the more human parts of you. When you see a sinner, you look for his virtues as a way of making you feel safe. Seeing you as something distant from my world, and thus from myself, I saw your frequent misuse of your humane, good, clean parts, and I latched onto them. I fed on them. And I think that's how you fall in love with someone -- when their best attributes seem rare, and you covet them as a way of security, you slowly melt into this unconscious obligation in which you aren't looking for the sinner's virtue as a way of safety, but because you love them. You love them, the best parts, like Heaven and Hell combined. You pay more attention to these facets than those of normal, well-rounded, decent human beings, because they're rare and you keep a sharp eye out for rare and precious things. And that's how I loved you into an obsession. And gradually, the best and the worst melt into love, and love, and love, and love, love love.