Frightfully flaccid

I encounter them daily, watch them interact, listen to them speak, observe their ability to be a couple and one tells me one day that finding a woman is what I should focus on. Every part of me snickered and I smiled and nodded and thought what wonderful advice this is from someone who I cannot tell if he has ever loved the woman for a split second and if their wedded bliss is nothing more than a veil covering the fact that children was a good enough reason to tie the knot. Affection does not equal love, and I have yet to even see that. The most I have observed is mild tolerance of one another. Now in the privacy of ones home, one can be a completely different person, and a couple can be completely different. I certainly hope this is the case, otherwise this prime example of a typical family is sadly lacking in love. How sad that makes me is beyond words. All I can do is hope that there's more that I cannot see and that happiness is hidden away from my watching eyes.