When Two People Become One

Despite being a procedural and formulaic series, one of my favorite series, Bones, oftentimes makes insightful commentary and observations on the world such as this:

I didn’t lose my appetite because you mentioned horse meat. I lost my appetite because you made me think of all those people parading around, pretending to be something they aren’t just so they could have crappy sex." 

"Here we are, all of us, basically alone. Separate creatures just circling each other, all searching for that slightest hint of a real connection. Some look in the wrong places, some may just give up hope because in their mind they’re thinking, “There’s nobody out there for me,” but all of us, we keep trying over and over again. Why? Because every once in a while…every once in a while… two people meet and there’s that spark. And, yes, Bones, he’s handsome and she’s beautiful and maybe that’s all they see at first, but making love…making love…that’s when two people become one."

TV Show: Bones, Fox Network

Bones is a "darkly amusing procedural with humor, heart and character, inspired by real-life anthropologist and novelist, Kathy Reichs." says Fox Network's website.

I've heard elsewhere that we are all one halves of a whole and we spend our whole live searching for our other halves and we won't feel complete until we are together with our other half.

Both of these idea are romanticized in my opinion. But what is the concept of love, if not romanticized?

Poem of Text, Love

I'm easy    9:42 PM

to please   9:42 PM

if you        9:42 PM

were         9:42 PM

here          9:42 PM

with me     9:42 PM

but            9:42 PM

I am          9:42 PM

good on    9:42 PM

my own     9:42 PM

XD           9:42 PM

or at least getting better    9:42 PM

but tonight is lonely          9:43 PM

since it's Friday                9:43 PM

and early                         9:44 PM

and I am at home             9:45 PM

Is selfish love truly love or is love truly selfless?

somehow, fate is ours

to carve as we will.

So smile at me softly

(your lips curving ever so slightly)

and take my hand

before we turn to go,

trust earth below and sky

above, their testament will show

what we have will ever grow.