It’s a bit like falling in love with a fictional character in a book or in a movie. Your mind creates this intricate emotional circle inside of you anchored in some deeply rooted need for love. You as a person, your need as an emotional component and the fictional character. And the string that ties them together. Completely irrational yet such a vivid emotional reality that one lives day in and day out. It is futile because it doesn’t serve any part of the equation. It doesn’t serve you and of course it doesn’t serve the fictional character since it doesn’t exist. Unless he/she exists but doesn’t participate, and doesn’t need any of what you have to give. Futile love is like life. A lot of effort goes into it, not because it makes sense, but because one has no other choice… At the end, there is nothing. Life ends in death and futile love ends in empty hands, just like in trying to grab and hold a handful of water.