Myth usually covers vast time & space. Love is compact, driven by white-hot passion that tends to dissipate if the story travels. (John Truby)
Maybe this is the tension of my torture. That in my own world, my head, I want to be in a mythic adventure, traveling through the land of Mordor en route to Mount Doom, while along with that comes the dissipation of passionate love from being… well… gone. So my wanting to be somewhere else always leaves me somewhere else from someone I could love. Or did love.