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l'amour idéal, première partie

I am someone who likes to love intensely but superficially, is the ideal love without being real. I totally agree with the idea that "love is giving what is not, who gets screwed by what is not." When I fall I can give everything that I have to that person, of course, provided they do not accept it. By this gesture

hysterical trying to do to this object of affection that I wonder how much its unique beauty, and I mean unique in the sense of the unknown but both captivating. I confess that I like to wonder who is causing such a raved. Then reveals that identity in a coded language, like a symptom, although in fact it is.

In the first instance is certainly no beauty as captivating as I proclaim, but the more I aware of it, my eyes more to cling. Soon as I expose this happened:

When one looks at an object

Whom he has not been invested with affection

Call your attention

Pos characteristics of perfection

However, this object has a default

That default, when deposited affection

This default is perfect again

When I talk to such occurs a peculiar change in my behavior that I can not understand, I begin to talk like a character alien to my knowledge and start to be all that "I am not." Maybe you love who comes to answer the question "who am I, but in this case, this person responds perfectly to the question" who is not me? This person is all it scares me to be. What I find fascinating.

For some time I thought my reflection was not up to my ideal, I now know that if it is, but I fear that if I achieve this ideal, fade in time I realize what is real .

January 28, 2010