Why are we so drunk on the thought, that love from other fixes us when we are broken? Why are we so intoxicated with the thought of finding our soulmate? Is it because we are in love? Or is it because we are in love with the idea of being in love?

Why do we rely?
Why are we so drunk on the thought, that love from other fixes us when we are broken? Why are we so intoxicated with the thought of finding our soulmate? Is it because we are in love? Or is it because we are in love with the idea of being in love?