Perception is key

I loved you even when I didn’t and I think there’s magic in that. Loving someone simply for the version you created of them is a testament to how badly we can yearn for something. Love always has to be a “despite all the odds” kind of thing, even the odds we turn our blinders on for then ask why we were so blind. I saw no odds just you in good lighting, your soul tilted just right. Loving you was never hard, the relationship between you and my brain made it easy. The power our brains have over every inch of our reality is suffocating, squeezing out every inch of the truth and replacing it with smoke and mirrors. Perception is a son of a bitch. Twisting, turning, weaving lies that may be truths or truths that may be lies. I never knew where the version I made up of you started and the real you ended. Maybe that’s the problem with make believe, it eventually rots into reality. I wonder what version of you you’d be if I didn’t concoct this mirage of you in head. My heart has finally shouted imposter....The charade is now over. It can’t trick itself any longer you are you and I am me and our love depends on the perception of it all.