Love paradox

Made a couple of new friends.. They were all gays, without a doubt.
Sipping my Screwdriver in MOX, I was preoccupied with lapping up the sights of God's unique creations... Men with great bods and dashing good looks that have little or no urge to procreate.
They were all out looking for love, intmacy and thrill..

As I listened to a friend's woes on his uncertainties about love... I couldn't help but wonder.....
Why do we seek love tirelessly?

Despite the fact, it can send you down to living of hell when the game is over. It crushes and scars your heart forever; making a dent in your life that nothing can help to ease the pain and memories...

Do we really need love?
From young, we were taught to crave for love and affection. We knew that if we behave ourselves, Mummy would buy sweets for us. Daddy would pat on our little heads and smile warmly. We felt great. We felt loved.
We've gotten so used to being loved and cared for. Hungering for more, we modify our behaviours, trying to adapt any way that people will want to see in us.
(Where is self-worth?)
When there's no acceptance or reciprocation, the sky turns grey and cold.... Life seems cruel and depressing. The most desperate cases might ended up in self-inflicted pain or death.
(Is love supposed to give pleasure or pain?)
Love instigates jealousy, hatred and mistrust among humankind...
(It seems like a terrible disease huh?)

I question the rationale of all.... A job promotion can only kept you thrilled for a week.. but a rejection from a lover can torment you for months.. even years.

Do we exist just for love? That's the greatest reason of all? Do we work hard to earn money, gain status and prestige for the sake of love and recognition? Somehow.. it doesn't sound right...

Living well, with no regrets should be key to Existence

I'm not a hermit.. not that I don't desire adoration.
I do..
Actually........... Very much...
To be frank, I live for it.
At times, this kinda mentality sit well with my life.. but messed up it as well.
Arrgghhh.... I hate to be at the mercy of someone else, other than fate...
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She stood at the door, looking through the misty windows
He was smiling, like an angel
That was a rare moment
It looks as if he was truly happy now
Hesitation and doubts caved in
If she walked in
Can she hold back her feelings well
If he saw her
Will he be too conscious to enjoy himself
She turned and left
Maybe it's best not to see him at all
She will forget him sooner
Maybe it's best to leave things unsaid
No sense in making him feeling guilty
She understood in a hard way
That it's impossible between the two of them