I realised this morning that a lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, and a few a thousand after a few years together. Out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. We create the person we wish them to be. The less we know of them, the more we love them. The converse is also true... the more fragments you have, the clearer the image. It is only then, that you really know who they are. If you still love them then it is real.
