enamored of ideas

As I mentioned here, I think people are in love with ideas rather than realities. It is really easy to do honestly: to love a part of who a person is or what they look like rather than loving them all at the same time.

It happens to me all the time. I guess the inner me is lovable. I'm innocent in a lot of ways, idealistic, romantic, understanding, caring, etc. Somehow this doesn't translate into other things that would be... nice. As it is, I'm just an amazing person, but that's all.

I guess that works.