More like self-deception and illusion. When in love I see things through rose-colored glasses. I see nothing for what it really is, and that which I love appears more beautiful than it actually is.

Love is like selective blindness. I know this person is dispickable and has many faults and failings besides. But I love this person. So I choose not to see all that. I choose instead to see an illusion I have built around the person. And I will believe in the illusion in spite of all evidence to the contrary.