Sometimes It's better to not know -- Part 2

Imaginary infatuation

She told me her name. After 36 hours of wondering, and 2.5 hours of waiting for the right moment we spoke. Her name spitefully hurled the placeholder I'd pretended, forcefully making room in my skull for reality.

One step back: I saw her for the first time, yesterday. Like all people I've seen or met, she entered my universe, unexpectedly, possibly serendipitously, and was under the mallet of my judgment almost instantaneously. I began to not only judge but to create a counterfeit of her in my mind as I saw fit. I'm wondering now if I want her to be that ideal which I made for myself, or if I want her to be herself. I shortsightedly lean to my fiction.

I've long ago fallen in love with her; the perfect girl. She sits on a pedestal in my mind. Each time I meet her, she turns out to be someone else, someone I know nothing about. Expectations, hopes, passions. This stranger has them, yet I'm unenlightened.

Another side of me is thrilled by this. Someone whom I don't understand! What can I discover? I'll try my best to learn her secrets, but not exploit them. Why does just thinking about that make me feel more complete?

I'm torn between the girl I love and trust, and someone whom I've met today. Do I keep searching the girl that is the closest possible match to my perfection, then settle, or do I learn to love a stranger?

Today I met a girl. Her name is Kylee. She has blue eyes, and she loves people. She claims she has ADHD, because her job is going to get boring to her someday.

Interesting...