I’m not sure that we actually love people, but rather, ideas we hold of people. And when those ideas of people prove to be wrong, we often feel betrayed by the people, rather than the ideas.

Then again, sometimes I haven’t felt betrayed by those people, even when the reality discovered is harsh. More and more as I grow older. Maybe that’s when we actually love people, when we’re more committed to them than the ideas we hold of them?