You love him, then you love him, and then you move forward alone.
Liking, or being liked, is not unpleasant, but what happens next, and what happens next.
Together, so what if we are together. No matter how much you like it, in the end, it will become unrecognizable and desolate. No matter how enthusiastic and crazy the beginning is, you can't escape a melancholy ending.
If the people you love are like "him", then isn't the outcome already decided, so there's nothing to struggle with.
So, what are so many people who are dedicated to love, and why are they so persistent?