Have you ever noticed that we always seem to put the people we love or care about upon a pedestal? Its odd isn’t it; we put them up to where we imagine them perfectly, no mistakes, no flaws. Just they’re ever so perfect, and then when they fall because everyone does, we feel betrayed, hurt, and upset. We know they’re not perfect because no one is, but for some reason the fact that they fell from that pedestal, hurts and we try to make it perfect again, make them perfect. In the end we can’t because they never were, and that pedestal sits there staring and mocking you. Because in your mind they failed, and you failed. You didn’t get that perfect ending, and they never appear perfect again. It takes along time to realize that they never should have been put up on that pedestal, in the first place but it never truly sinks in, because we liked the way they looked from up there and we fear to get to know the person who fell.
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