Love is inevitable. Love is to my mind what oxygen is to my body. It seems to me that society has turned love into some sort of entertainment. Love has become a quick distraction or a cheap stimulation with gifts and materialistic demands. I fell into the radicals of that culture before I really took the time to contemplate on the logistics of it. It is not always a walk in the park or a permanent desire that our partner can fulfill. Our realities come from our history, our experiences, and our surroundings. I should love him enough to know that his reality is just as important as mine. My reaction to love used to be fear. Fear of instability, of infidelity, of inconsistency, and the list goes on. Now my reaction to love is curiosity. What can I offer to him that can change his world? When you truly love someone you naturally cultivate the tendency to accommodate to that persons needs without feeling the fear of rejection. Instead of feeling what I fundamentally think I deserve, I focus on what we can build together. With all that said, love to me is the denotation of happiness that one engages in another.