Lose Out, Very Empty

I have sat down to write. To write for pleasure. To write for passion. But mainly just to bleed words.
To have an outlet.
Since the last time I posted my life has taken many interesting twists and turns.
But that's not what I am here to write about today.

Today I want to write about the concept of love.
Love and the ridiculous obsession society allows us to have with it.
This fanciful notion of another half.
Someone to complete us.
Because somehow alone we are just not enough.
This team mate, the companion we must have to make our lives feel completed.

It's draining.
I am constantly exhausted with this concept.
I think alone, I am more than enough.