It's so weird to see people break out of the canvas of the two dimensional painting you held in your mind. The gaps filled in by your imagination become torn apart before you, and new puzzle pieces fall to your feet. Some surprisingly elegant, and some a little vulgar and offsetting.
At the same time, these new pieces presented to me might not hold any more truth value than what I had beforehand, so who's to say the new construction will be any studier than the old?
Still, (I don't know whether it's because I am becoming wiser in my perceptions or if these people have genuinely captured my heart more strongly than I realize)--I'm not so disappointed by this shattering disillusionment as I used to be.
And this is perhaps the most startling revelation of all: could this be (gasp) something like maturity? Are the strings that clung to fairy tales finally becoming untied?
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