Often, when we have a crush, when we lust for a person, we see only a small percentage of who they really are. The rest we make up for ourselves. Rather than listen, or learn, we smother them in who we imagine them to be, what we desire for ourselves, we create little fantasies of people and let them grow in our hearts. And this is where the relationship fails. In time, the fiction we scribble onto a person falls away, the lies we tell ourselves unravel and soon the person standing in front of you is almost unrecognisable, you are now complete strangers in your own love. And what a terrible shame it is. My advice: pay attention to the small details of people, you will learn that the universe is far more spectacular an author than we could ever hope to be.
Human beings love to fill their hollow spaces up with other people. The distracting easy fix of love. But it doesn’t work that way. You can’t cover up a dirty floor with a venetian rug and expect the mess to disappear, no matter how wonderful it is. People are not cover ups for your problems. Eventually all things come to surface, and you might find when it does, the mess you long neglected has ruined your only reason for holding on.