The line I love is “He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus.” It’s so easy to look at the person we are interested in and make them into some sort of hero or heroine. This person, we tell ourselves, is exactly what I need. She will love me like no one else. He will take care of me better than the others. This person will heal my heart and rescue me from my past mistakes.
Only, he doesn’t look like Jesus. Because he isn’t. He isn’t perfect. And he’s not a savior. He can’t vanquish your demons or take away the nightmares. One man or woman can’t erase the troubles of your past with a look and a kiss and sweet nothings in your ear.