I’ve always said I don’t like people. Well that’s simply not true I don’t fall in love with their appearances. I like people based of personality and their perspective of the world around them. So you see. Somtimes we fall in love with ideas, not people.

Sometimes we fall in love with ideas, not people.

And maybe that's what I did with you.

I thought that maybe I could save you;

maybe I could free you from those chains I was in.

It never occurred to me that you chose that imprisonment

the idea of worshipping someone who abandoned this world.

weekly visits to a building full of prisoners just like yourself

begging for a ticket into a fictional afterlife.

Who would choose to live that way?

To restrict your every move because some 'god' says?

when i looked at you, i saw a whole story so i tried to read you, but all i read was the cover. you felt like page full of beautiful words in an unknown language, that made me see it like a lover.

when i glanced at you, i fell in love with your body it was with mine in loneliness, sweet dreams we embodied. never speaking, only using the terms of the heart never talking, just listening to the breath next to mine.

but when i had to wake up, i couldn't escape from the feeling of us hugging each other, of me feeling so loved i didnt want to wake up, our dream was over and i realised_ i had already lost my lover._

and during days now, all i think about is our history; the one i narrated without the rules of grammar but the one i narrated with the rules of loving, so i couldn't read those lines, i had to enjoy just the cover.

Sometimes we fall in love, with ideas and not people. It’s so normal and so true that after all that, we still stand regal.

A queen falls for a king, with the crown and the fame. A player falls for an innocent, only for the sake of the game.

Some people like an idea, but others like their souls. Even though, sometimes, for “love,” we find loopholes.

-incomplete-

Frost shifts beside me, straightening from the willow bark. His gaze scorches the skin of my cheeks, watching, waiting for more to come… but there was nothing left for me to say without re-dampening the mood and now was the worst of times to choose to be curious, when we’d spent weeks on cautions ledge.

“You know,” He whispered. “I had someone like Milo, someone who seemed like the right choice, the ideal path.”

I watched him through the corner of my eye. “Oh? And what happened to her? What tragic backstory did the fates condemn her with?”

I knew it was bitter of me to project my own less than desired fate onto Frost when he was sharing with me, finally getting vulnerable enough to spill his own secrets, but it was my distnace that would keep saving him and I had to keep it.

Frost went on, unbothered. “He wasn’t what he seemed. Not after our second witness of Bledenium.” He swallowed.

I watched him this time, as he stared ahead gravely. “Your second witness?”

“Yes,” He spoke after a long silence. “He lost someone. Someone very important to him, and he was never the same. Baz was always a… he chased justice and he saught revenge, watching her sacrifice unhinged him. He spiralled.”

“Spiralled?” I asked tightly.

“Baz was willing to do anything to make Kellan pay for what he’d done, even join Azriel.” He shook his head as my breath caught. “And I almost went with him.”

My stomach turned and lurched with horror. Frost, who’d slaughtered a Maron in vain of Azriel and saved my ass countless times from the very man, had almost joined The Cause. There wasn’t a life I could imagine where he lay in Azriel’s servitude, where he didn’t fight tooth and nail from everyone’s biting grips in search for freedom. “You what?” I sneered. “Are you stupid?”

“I was in love, Anala.” He scowled. “Love changes everyone.”

“Love,” I said. “Makes people stupid.”

He paused before bobbing his head, agreeing lowly. “Exactly. But sometimes we fall in love with ideas, not people. And Baz was lost to revenge before I could see through the dangers, he thirsted so badly for Kellan’s blood in return that anything we might have had ran cold.”

[OSCAR]

“‘Sometimes we fall in love with ideas, not people. I guess you fell in love with the idea of me. Not the reality of me.’”

I turn to my co-star and kiss her cheek before turning to walk away.

As soon as I get through the doors to the other side of the set, a voice rings out.

“Cut!”

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Cole, my manager, trudges into the office, grumbling on the phone.

“Gianna, I’m sorry, but Oscar has already decided to take a break from acting…”

I sit up in my desk chair, my interest piqued as I listen in.

“Would you like to ask him? He’s in the office right now,” Cole adds, staring towards me.

I raise my eyebrows as Cole nods and hands me the phone.

“Hello Oscar. My name is Gianna Dillon, and I am the casting director of a brand new series we’re calling ‘Back With A Kick’ about a nerdy guy having a glow-up over the summer and suddenly learning karate. I was calling your manager, Mr. Armstrong, to suggest an opportunity to star in this series. I am aware you do not have any karate experience, but we have an instructor on-set that is willing to help.”

I nod my head to her words, replaying the syllables over and over again.

“When are auditions?”

Cole’s eyes connect with mine.

He mouths an unintelligible word.

“Thursday. I will send the address to your manager. Thank you for your decision.”

I end the call.

“Oscar, I thought you said you were done with acting for a while,” Cole complains.

I shrug him off and return to the computer screen.

“Karate sounds fun. I’d love to learn. Plus, it’s not a romantic show.”

“Your mom will not be happy. She wanted you home this summer,” he continues.

“She knows nothing about happiness. Just tell her I’m only auditioning. I doubt I’ll get the character, Cole,” I sigh and let me head fall on the desk. “I fell in love with the idea that my mom could be there for me, so I don’t fancy the idea of returning back to that. Or falling in love with an actual person.”

I scrunch up my face.

Bleh!

“16 years of age, and you already banned love from your life.”

“Sometimes we fall in love with ideas, not people.”

Della knows this. She’s heard it many times from Cove and from their mother.

“But for me, I fell in love with everything, the idea, the person, the everything.”

She may not be experienced in love, but she knows what it looks like.

Her mother and father. The Queen and the King of Allaver. They had an easy dynamic. A push and pull. When one spoke, the other listened. They rarely overlapped one another. They just worked.

Cove and Thorne. Sure they never courted, but Della knows love. Anyone with eyes can see they were made for each other. With one glance, they knew exactly what the other meant, no matter how complicated it is.

Recently, Kent and Flent. They symbolize young love. She hadn’t seen much of them before, but she witnessed Kent’s side. How he blushed whenever Flent came up in conversation. The starry eyed look when speaking of him. The affection in his voice.

She wants that.

Just because she isn’t very experienced in love doesn’t mean she isn’t aware of what it feels like.

When you are starving, it doesn’t mean you don’t know what the feeling of a full belly feels like.

When she was young, she fell in love with the idea of love. A romantic partner. Having her person. As she transitioned, she became resigned to the fact that that ideal would never happen for her.

No one would want her. The public had told her as much.

But Cade. He is the idea of love. He is the person. He is her person.

If she were to write down what she wanted in a partner, he has it all. Kind, intelligent, aware, emotionally stable, and strong-minded. This is the idea of love for Della. But she never would have accounted for the person that he is.

He believed her ever since they met. Never questioned a thing, even though he could probably tell she was lying about being just part of the royal staff. He listens to every concern, every rant, every thought that she has crammed into her mind. Like it is the most important thing he has to do. He trusts her even though their first meeting was embarrassing and entirely her fault. He made her feel…everything.

So yes, she fell in love with the idea of Cade, but she also fell for him.

“Sometimes we fall in love with ideas, not people.” I remember you telling me this on the night I ran away. I ran to you, you who loved me like nobody else did. Not even my own family.

“What are you saying?” I’d asked, confused and weary from traveling all that way in the rain, with nothing but the clothes on my back.

“I mean you may have fallen in love with the idea of a happy family, and kept hoping that things would change when in reality they never would.”

You were a good therapist for me. I trusted you unlike I had trusted anyone else before, because even if you didn’t fully understand, you tried to. That was the most anyone had ever given me. You made me feel seen, but I had to learn the hard way that trust only goes so far.

“I fell in love with the idea of loving you,” you told me a while after the 4 years of our so-called ‘loving each other’ ended. “But I don’t think I was really in love with you.” Did you know it was those ten words that broke my heart beyond repair? Even if I didn’t fully think you believed them, hearing your voice and seeing your mouth from those words shattered me.

Thanks for nothing, I guess.

In the silence of solitude, hearts yearn for a beat, To fill the void, they sketch dreams so sweet. A lover's face, drawn from wishes and air, A companion molded by longing, beyond compare.

In crowded rooms or quiet walks alone, They conjure a presence, from the unknown. A laugh, a touch, imagined so clear, A mirage of intimacy, drawing near.

Yet, in this dance of shadows and light, The heart may stumble, mistaking sight. For in the arms of another, they seek to find, The perfect match, their own mind designed.

But love, true love, is not a mere thought, It's not just comfort, when life feels fraught. It's seeing the flaws, the human, the real, And choosing to stay, to listen, to feel.

So beware the trap, of the ideal so fair, For it's in the raw, true moments we share, That love finds its footing, its genuine start, In the imperfect beat, of a genuine heart.

Someone once told me That sometimes we fall in love With ideas 𝘯𝘰𝘵 people

Of course I didn’t mind them Until I liked this guy The same guy For two years

I never realised How rude or selfish he was Until he moved and we lost contact

Now that he is gone I can think clearly

And I soon realised That I fell in love With the idea of him Not really him

Next time I’ll make sure to listen When someone says Don’t fall in love With the idea of someone But instead the true him

When he isn’t Hiding who he really is