Decomposing Love?

As human beings we aren't designed to be alone. We crave love, affection, and acceptance, sometimes to the point of it being detrimental. Even people you see who seem so strong have such a fragile equilibrium when their other half isn't present. It makes me wonder will we ever be able to make it any significant amount of time completely alone? From what I see life can be ironic and almost a cruel joke. You can't live with them, can't live without them, Right?

I know because of how I feel that there's something wrong with me, and I know it isn't only me. It's everyone. It's like a cancer or bacteria or a trance. It's not on the skin, its in the soul. It shows itself in lust, anger, jealousy, and depression. It's the broken quality of life. The thing that makes you want to stop trying, stop giving, and stop caring. The only thing that brings you up out of the sickness is Love.

The hope that someone gives you and confirms that you're not alone in the world; That tries to give you what you need and they let you lean on them. Your soul takes a deep breath when you see them and all is right with the world. It's hard to find, but you drag yourself through a lifetime of heavy emotions just clinging to that hope. And you will wait forever for it, slowly eroding. Even the Mona Lisa's falling apart. Sometimes I wonder whether we are moving through time or if time is moving through us. I guess that's the beauty of life. Not knowing.

"Everything is the same, Even if it's different."