love in our lives

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 Love is the subject of so much art and life decisions. I think this is an error. I'm not even talking about marriage but even those are dodgy.
Love songs... Love stories... Love poems. Historical moments defined by love of a nation. It's become an excuse for bad or lazy behaviour. It's a global obsession. What's wrong with friendship so many ways around? Or introspection? That's much better to obsess about because friends stick but chasing love constantly means dejection or building a sexist trap.
We should all be hearing friendship songs on the radio. I'm a classic gal pal, I love being anyone's friend. I get a real kick out of just hanging out ir grabbing a coffee. However society makes it difficult to connect, outside of romantic relationships. How many dating apps and how many friendship apps? Especially since we can really learn alot from friendship.
So Byron talked up love so much it's all anyone even livez for! 
Given it makes sense to marry, but then we're free of the chase and we don't know how to connect with people in a new city or life phase because we're so lacking the skills after spending so much time barking up the wrong trees. 
Besides, finding a soulmate will just hit you out of the blue one day. 

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