Love (Part 2)

Why is it that most people see love as a need; Something that we have to rely on - or even someone? Are we so incapable of living independently that we put trust into people we barely know, just to call it love? Just to be with someone? In that case, does that make love mechanical? Cold, lonely, and emotionless. Brought to life for only one purpose - to allow someone else to feel whole. Love tends to make people feel as though they have found something that they have been living without. But is that "something"worth losing the opportunity of having a friend? Is it worth falling so hard that when you wake up you're left with nothing? Nothing that represents who you are, but only who the two of you could have been? To me, love is intriguing, dangerous and full of passion but only when it's real. When it's not forced. When it's red.