One of my favorite novels Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen describe feelings in a profound way. Here’s the dialogue…
“I have been used to consider poetry as “the food of love” said Darcy
“Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is
strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I
am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away.”
As a poet, we may exaggerate our emotions to create an image, which readers may perceive as purely true. If we are sad and write about deep despair, perhaps it’s just an inclination of our sadness, not the reality of despair. If our readers fall in love with us for our poetry, then they are falling in love with the image we put out in exaggerated words, not with the reality of who we are in the flesh. Therefore, we should not deceive ourselves into thinking we are in love with the poet, but rather we like their poetry. When we believe the poet is all his/her words represent, we are in the state of day dreaming (as some may call delusion). Same goes for a photograph. An image of a person may be beautiful, but it does not and cannot represent the beauty of the actual person wholly. Same goes for a piece of writing, we only read what the writer wants us to read, but we cannot know what the writer has chosen to leave out. Sometimes what writers leave out represent a part of who they really are.
It is when we see people at their worst, do we analyze if our hearts are still on fire for them or dimming because of them. It would not dim had we presented ourselves in a real way to begin with (vice versa) or had we gotten to know someone better before infatuations cloud our ability to think and see clearly.