"The Little Mermaid"

Who could possibly understand her foolishness? 
      This was her fate until the very end. She would not scream. She would not cry. There was not a single sound to be uttered: nothing worth hearing. She would continue treading down this path she'd chosen for herself. Although each step was filled with pain and agony (so unbearable!) that she could barely understand, she walked and smiled. Bubbles, dreams and love long-forgotten. She would drown for her ideals and call it Love.

Blind Admiration

Love is blind admiration for a reality. Infatuation is blind admiration for an ideal.

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      Suddenly, it was clear. It was not love she had felt for him for she never accepted his flaws. To her, he was an ideal: an image that she had carefully crafted and had failed to protect. He was an obsession. In her mind, he became everything that she had ever wanted. Yet, in reality, he was a projection through her ill-chosen lenses: an inverted image, a fake larger-than-life object in excessive focus. He was an optical illusion and she no longer believed in magic. She was finally free.