I was in awe of books and had an obsession with aladdin.
I was always trying to get my hands on whatever reading material wasn’t age appropriate.
But really the people I liked a lot came to visit or we visited them. Out of towners. I figured it was because I didn’t know them well enough not to like them.
I didn’t have heroes I had anti heroes. Heros (hmm.. feminine or masculine the plural form of the word changes, I think, so not sure which to go with.) are people you don’t know well enough to see how flawed they are and have yet to disappoint you.
I was also determined to be a perfect person. But at some point in time I realized that was boring… and ok… impossible. I started embracing flaws in others and lately realizing they were ok in myself too. They add uniqueness and flavor and make others dependent on each other even whilst pushing people away.
They are beautiful frustrating ugly and more importantly they aren’t going anywhere. If you are in awe of someone that means that to remain in the same state of awe you must continue to not know them very well. Why would you want that when it involves someone you like and admire.