of falling in love and out of it

i'm beginning to accept what i thought should be unacceptable: that i am in love. or rather i have an infatuation. it should be unacceptable for three reasons. it is logistically impossible (distance), i do not really know if the feeling is the same from the other person, and our families our rather see us pull a romeo and juliet before letting us be together. and what's worse, i feel like i really am in love. if it were possible i would fight for her, strive for her, make her see my love. but i can't. and yet it is good. it is good to feel in love. you dream. you imagine things. you play. you get excited. and yet it's bad in my case because i can't do anything about it. bah.
falling out of love. i don't know, i'm having a little problem with my ex. she feels so much angst and she puts so much emotions into her quasi-relationships that it seems as if they are so much more important than anything else that ever happened to her. so i wonder, were my 4 years so easily forgotten? sheesh you know, you'd think they wouldn't right? why was i so easily cast aside? was i a bad boyfriend? i don't understand. was i so insignificant? was there no passion at all? i mean, i thought there was. a lot of it. maybe i am mistaken. i don't know. but it does irk me a bit when she gripes about all those boys that have merely touched upon her and i lie inexistent in her life. crazy bro. i mean, i've fallen in love with others but i still remember her and keep alive. maybe i'm just a hopeless loser. or not.