I fell in love with Ideals.
The love for ideals has but created a cynical monster, ironically. Yet even the vilest creature holds a trace of hope; for the truth is, we are all idealists, forced into the role of cynics.
I fell in love with ideals, because they gave me hope. I hated it, because these hopes were never realised. But I’ll always, without a shadow of a doubt, fall in love with ideals; over and over again.
