i think the reason why i find everything about someone i'm remotely interested in, romantically or otherwise, is because feeling like i know everything about them lets me pretend i know every bit of them. but that is one of the main issues; the idea of someone compared to the real them. you conjure up a fantasy of them that sits in your mind protected by a glass case, but that fantasy will stay there alone. maybe something you find will shatter the glass and render the artwork irreparable. this is the stem of obsession, fixation, lust, longing, but not love. perhaps it goes so far to the point where it blooms into love after it is reciprocated. but most times it is never love.