Love makes fools of those who habitually speak most fluently.

So I was looking through photos of my parents when they were younger, and they look so happy together. Sounds corny but 'love' (as they call it) actually burns off the picture. I look at pictures now and they are still happy as ever. Smiles cover the page, ear to ear smiles. My parents were lucky. They met when my Mother was just 16 and my Papi 18. Papi was in the air force so they got married, and basically lived happily ever after, (excluding the occasional rumbles all couples have.) 

But it gets me thinking. Do you really need another person. Someone to love, and to be loved back to make you happy? Are we not capable of being happy alone? Or do we really need someone else so give us ear to ear smiles, and photographs that burn love, to be happy? 

I would love to know millions of questions on love, but there is no guide book.. Who is there to turn to when wanting to know.. love changes, or does it really just stay the same? 

Are we really only half a person without that 'otherhalf' as they call it.

Being with someone. Knowing someone out there wants to call you 'mine'. Is that really what each and everyone of us is living for? Is that truly what we have been put on this earth for? To find the one and reproduce? To keep the human race going...? Is our life, simply just planned for us from the day we are born, to the day we die? Well what happens if we don't succeed these goals.. If we do not get married? Find that 'otherhalf'? Do not have kids? Then what? Does this mean that we have not succeeded in life? Why is their so much pressure?
Our we doing this for ourselves or really just to pass life's task. Be successful. 

So many questions I would like to ask. 

Loves like trying to read a foreign language wrote down on a dirty piece of paper.