Why do we need to be loved?

Do we?


To answer this question I have to think what love is actually. Happiness? Soulmates? Freedom? One lady, who is considered to be cleverer than me, says, that love is sacrifice. Previously I guessed it was understanding. Today I think it's sincerity.
We are all selfish, that's why we need somebody loves us. We don't want "to give", we have a strong desire "to take", we need lots of attention to our perishable bodies. I'm against of it. I want to stop lying to myself. I'm looking at sea.

Do we really need to be loved?

I guess not.