People only ever fall in love with the idea of me. They feel my energy, see me dancing from across the room and are drawn in closer.

The spontaneity that comes from someone a little “different” we will call it, is enthralling.

They don’t know what it is that keeps them laughing and keeps them curious for more but, it’s never questioned.

In their minds they can picture life with me apart of it. Causing radical change, thrilling chaos, and painting color on every dull dream.

This same picture full of joy and intrigue created in their minds will be the same image that haunts them later.

Being captivated by someone’s existence only perpetuates the craving for wanting more.

The beginning may come off appealing, but when the glass starts to crack and the image starts to change, it can be intoxicating.

When life gets in the way, depression hits, spontaneity becomes stressful, and the girl once painting everything full of color slows down, doubt and hesitation start to set in.

The brightness eventually glows dimmer and the passion gets tucked away for a while.

People only fall in love with the idea of me.

But rarely, do ideas ever become reality.