Not quite true

It is often said that distance makes the heart grow fonder. Maybe yes, maybe not. But I'm sire of one thing. That it does strengthen infatuation. When you desire someone, a girl for instance, you look forward to the moment that you'll be able to look at her, if a glance is not enough. And while you want for the next moment that you'll see her again, in your memory, she'll always be beautiful. It's not surprising because you have a crush on her. As time pass by, she'll even get sexier, thanks to your growing loneliness and craziness, your unstoppable emotions, not to mention your raging hormones. Most of the time, it doesn't go your way, the way you'd want it to end. Something in between goes wrong. For example, as a complete stranger, you stalked her, and she found it out. You, driven by your intense passion and wild dreams, tried to win her back but to no avail. Then, you, by some whimsical twist of fate, were able to get back on your senses, finally convinced yourself that it is statistically highly improbable that you'll be her friend, decided to call it quits. And by luck or misfortune, you get to see her once more. Sadly (or happily), she doesn't look that attractive anymore. How did it happen? You suddenly find out that memory does fail, your memory, that is. Memory cannot be counted on much when it comes to the intangibles. As such, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Processing of the information gathered by the eye is done by the mind. The information is then interpreted and judged whether it is worthy of storage or not. If is not, then is immediately discarded, If it is, then it is stored in the memory. Therefore, it is not quite true that she is beautiful. She's not really gorgeous. Your mind only conspired with her image to make her look so.