It’s funny how we become so enamored by someone or something — just head over heels agog, supportive, loving and favoring of this object of affection.
Then, slowly, things change. We start finding little faults — things you weren’t even comprehending in the first stage. Then the little faults start to grow to bigger faults, and before you know it you can’t stand them.
The process becomes just as bad as the result as you gnaw away whatever goodness there once as (there still is — you’re just blind). Suddenly you seeped in irritated hatred, and from there it’s a downward fizzle. Such is the tragedy of enamoraing.