Its funny how you've always looked at someone but you've never really seen them. Like you've seen their physical appearance but you haven't really seen them until you've spoken to them and seen what they're really like. You've always looked at them but you never saw them for who they truly are. Its like once you speak to them all the walls of perceptions you've built up of them broke down in to tiny pieces and now you're building a completely new wall from scrap. Its like the veils have been removed from your eyes and the new wall seems obscurely beautiful. No flaws and imperfections and you stand completely in awe at the beauty of this new wall until something unfortunate happens for you to see it differently. Like now you see the wall has cracks and holes that probably were there all along, you just failed to notice I because you were blinded by their perfection all along. You never even saw it possible for them to have imperfections. Funny how the perception you've built of this person just changes so much in an instant.