When?

When do you stop believing in love?
At what point in your life do you stop believing that love could exist here. now.
Is it when you see so many relationships being broken?
Is it when you see failed marriages?
Is it when you experience a failed marriage?
When do you stop believing in love?

Is it when you - despite how comfortable and confident you are with yourself - realize that you just don't measure up?
Is it when you realize - no matter how much you pour in - at the end of the day the jar is still empty?
When do you stop hoping for love?

I want to run up a hill.
I want to climb a mountain.
I want to kick, punch, and beat the crap out of a heavy bag.
I want to go.
When do you accept that love doesn't exist here?