Who would we be in our purest form away from our world?

This is a poem about a concept I thought up. It's Empty Love. It is not real love but a false love. It is an artificial love created in the hook up culture but to a whole new level...I noticed it when I tried online dating. It is the kind of fake love present in **** and also a bunch of guys who are perfectly content with online chatting for arousal and never meeting a girl in real life...real life away from screens is dying. Authenticity and warmth and affection are dying...