A short story about love.

I was expecting a blemish, But I couldn't see any. I may have been blinded by my infatuation or my ignorance. But for this moment I was so deeply weak with the idea of them, I was. And from that day on, it became a extreme fixation. It was a really deep and emotional high whenever I noticed something about their body language and the way they spoke seemed so resourceful but effortless and I envied that. I wanted to admire them for the parts and moments that nobody noticed, whether that be for a split second I could experience that type or admiration. It was pure and raw and sonic.