We sleep in crowded beds, bringing learned behaviors from lovers long past, techniques from names long forgotten. Illusion manipulates minds, making believe there is more, the grass appears greener, but it is just the other side. Inevitable comparison makes false judges, obscuring the strength in what is already present, measuring reality against illusion and partial truth. New faces invite another assessment, another starting point, another set of faults for dismissal, another set of values another opportunity to mislead our judgement. An invitation to comparison is an invitation to danger as human psyche resolves itself to the best-case scenario, creating 20/20 hindsight, presupposing positive results when truth says that retrospection only appears clearer because one disaster in romance does not preclude another. Each former lover comes to our next relationship. Knowingly or unknowingly, they reside in our minds and make comparisons of former loves to the current, and wreaking havoc in our relationships that are distinct, in the comparisons sight is lost that we are no longer there and we know the reason why, before we start to compare. Because of some shortcoming, we are not there, real or imagined flaws, either in them or ourselves. We left them or they left us for a reason and that reason is the truth we overlook whenever we make comparisons. The more we strain, the more illusive the illusion becomes until recognition slips through the door to our minds and discovers what is good for oneself and that which harms.