i like certain parts of certain people. shoes, intelligence, the pitch of their laugh, a tinge of neuroses.  but the attraction  stops somewhere – and you can’t be friends with a person’s personality but not their code of ethics anymore than you can be dating a man’s left arm and not his right.

you can’t extract dimensions of a potential mate – and interact only with those dimensions, leaving the remainder behind.

and i know that love is blind. it’s about taking the chaff with the grain, accepting a person – flaws and all. but when did lust lose its ability to see…?


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