I dont remember where or when i read it or hear it, but some time ago i hear someone says the "platonic" love was the best mode of love and the most pure and fullfilling because it didnt deal with expectations or dissapointment. Even in many cultures of the past it was seen as something worth porsuing (like in ancient Greece or Japan) and i really agree with it!! But at the same time the more times goes by, the most difficult it gets.
I think i have the Husbando Syndome or the Admirer Syndrome, i dont know how to call it but both are the same thing but from the different side of the coin. Each time i see a man i like i pretty much run at the other side pretty fast, as far away as i can but enough to have a good view of him, then i look at him, examin him, from the safety of the shadows, i obsses with him and idealize him a lot until he somehow turns into a kind of fiction man with a 3D skin on him.
This has happen to me over the years many times and at first i didnt even notice. I always loved my 2D husbandos since i was a teen and at times those characters are my confort and let me survive harships, but i also notice real men i like are in the same pedestal for me. I really have no idea ho to gte close or wath to do with them once i find them, that the sad truth.
Another truth is how a few times in the past i did get close to know more about them and after a few days or even hours, i end up hugelly dissapointed because they are usually assholes, toxic, stupid or plain mean or boring and uninteresting in the best case, soo i thik i am also kind of afraid to get close to them and see the magic dissapeare or worst yet....much worse yet.....see the magic exist but not being good enough for me.
The more older i get the more confortable i feel with this Husbando Syndrome but my frustration gres bigger and bigger. Sometimes....yhea, its soo difficult, soo difficult they are nothing but an image, and ideal or something unreachable, sometimes we share a couple of messages and i end saying "dont worry, i am just an admirer from a far away land" because i know nothing will happen.
It soo odd to be in peace with it and very confortable and yet ugelly frustrated like a bomb getting hoter and hoter. I just wonder if this will bring me more troubles later in my life.