I tend to Romanticize things. I see light and hope in people and situations. I try to breathe a sort of cryptic aesthetic into people's lives. Rarely does anyone get it, but I still do it.
I cling to a hope that someone can understand what I'm doing when I encode something beautiful for them to discover. But really this is just leftovers from an idea I once had, that people share a sort of secret language inside themselves full of wonder and depth waiting to be tapped into. And through this language we could have a sort of shared meaning that is all our own, that no one else can touch.
People are wired differently, sometimes so different from one another that no matter how much I seek something like this with someone it simply isn't there to be found. Sometimes it is. My error in judgement is assuming everyone WANTS something like that.