Why is there love?
Why doesn't it last?
Why doesn't it bind us to each other and become stronger and stronger? Why does it sometimes weaken?
Why isn't love the foundation for everything else? Why doesn't it start and end there?
Why does it sometimes seem like love's only purpose is to perpetuate the gene pool?
Why are people who have been through love so wary of loving again?
Why are so many people alone, so late in life?
Do they not want to be in love?
Have they given up?
Do they not know how great love is?