Irony

Why is it that love does not choose those who seek it but select those who don't seek it, who really don't need it. I've observed in my life so far that those who are alone, those who need someone to be with to get through their life, never really find someone. While those who don't deserve it get to be with someone who cares for them that to at some point they'll hurt them.

Is this the irony of life?

Is love in this world one big joke?