Purposes of love

It is a theory I remembered some days ago, maybe a week even. It is simple, and I can bet many of you have thought such things too. This is a theory of love as a necessity,a caprice, dark shades to hide the ugly face of the world. Do you actually love sincerely or just because you have the need to run away? Away from reality or share its burden with somebody. It is a drug this infatuation- making us oblivious of the killings, the brainwashing, careless of the fights we have to fight to make our way through. Things are just easier...easier to pass through or to disregard.
Take a look at the life of Mr. B. He is a man. One of those who fall in love easily, or claim they do. You can pass from person to person easily- each is your big love and you fly high until you get bored. But this is just a single example. When you lose your blinding infatuation you just replace it with another. It's how Mr.B does it.
There are people disillusioned. They know they are not in love, but they indulge in pleasure. All in the name of ignorance. What mankind strives for- ignorance of its own problems, of all the flaws that make us suffer, of all the dirty, ugly things we do & that happen.
Man has found many temporary cures and i must admit love is one of the best. There are people chronically sick & addicted. I must admit- I am not a romantic person, or someone sentimental. I do not let myself fall into too much of these vices, alas there are permanent users of them. Such one-sided look at life perhaps makes it easier- suffering mainly one kind of pain (love pain) and then finding a new person to love so it can go away. Seems like an acceptable scheme. When you share with someone else you do not have to bare all by yourself. That is a clear and undoubtable mathematical fact. Not only are we stronger together, but we can blame one another for our personal misery and failures. We can find elation in simple things on the other hand. We can reach euphoria thanks to the closeness of a definite other human body. The purpose is not so romantic- to love, to give yourself away to make somebody happy, no. The purpose is to run away, to hide, to share yourself because you cannot bear yourself or your battles, because you need somebody to abuse silently, subtly, somebody to blame, somebody to deem perfect and addore so he can be your perfect world to drown in, since the real is such a disappointment. A world you seek to destroy or scar.
Tell me to believe in love! I shall tell you you advise me to belive in lies, in sweet, candy-coated lies. How often does a man trully love? Answer me and smite me!
I wish to you all to find that special someone, to escape and find a better place. I wish you can love and do love... But man's love is imperfect as he is himself.