true value

Why is it so easy to be in love with the idea of someone, even if you know the reality?

I feel as though that is the question I am constantly seeking the answer to, and I probably won't find it. 

It most likely will just happen that I will find myself lucky enough to be in love with someone and their reality, and no longer be interested in looking for the answer to my question.

Or at least that's what I'm hoping.

As for now, I suppose my love of Cemitas Pueblas will have to suffice.

Me amo cemitas milanesa y pastel de tres leches.