Even sometimes there's another reason. To be fully devoted to something only to have it get ripped away. That, is what love inevitably is. All the sorrow hopes and dreams you had, gone, because your self-esteem is so unbearably low that you come to a realisation. The excruciatingly painful realisation that nobody will love you. But that's just it, is it even a realisation if you knew about it all along? All along this road you stray, it's really just a fantasy you'd rather keep at bay.
