_Infatuation, a surface admiration of unreasonable power and attachment. But what’s more unreasonable? the power or the attachment (perspective)?_

  
_When the layers of the object of our desire, be it an actual object, person, or an idea, have yet to be revealed, we project our ideals most strongly._

  
_Perhaps infatuation is a likely attempt at control, an unintended consequence of passion, on what we might want to see, what we hope it to be, or what we’ve been made to see, as we align in a repetition of will, in patterns of our proclivities._

  
_Cartoonish and incomplete, infatuation’s unreasonable grasp paints a piercing superficial visage, an artifice, at once incomplete and lacking of the proper depth we unconsciously seek, shrouded in the modes of appreciation that attract us, like beauty, deference, and the hope of something or someone, an objectification that relents only when we progress to the knowing of true intimacy._

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