Maybe it is because I long for that kind of love, and life.

That I started to drift away from reality without even realising it. 

Or maybe I know to myself that I cannot live that kind of life nor feel that feeling of being loved, that I just started dreaming with my eyes open, not wanting to be bothered by the reality that surrounds me with the most unpleasant truth; that it was all just an imaginary reality that I created for myself. Because in this life, I am not, and will never be able to live that dream life, and love of mine.