What is love?

Love..

Some people think of that one word and they think themselves in a pink paradise full of ever pleasing pleasures and romantic scenes and occasionly the odd palm trees in garden of Eden..

Why is it that we choose to escape of the actual realization of the word and what it represents? I am not being in the least bit gloomy but I am trying to focus on a realistic vizualsation.

Love isn't all about having your partner to hold you, hugging you, romancing you the nights away along with sweet devoted words of which were only born of a moment that had never been given birth to. Love is all that and more. It is about moral responsibilities about you and him/her. And how you face your responsiblities will decide on how the relationship between the two of you will go onto in the near and far future.

It is the idealism that our society and community along with it's environment that drives us to the impulsive behavior behind our wrong decisions on marrying or getting involved with the inappropriate person.

It's not a matter of how you two deal with each other in times to come. Nor is it the time that you spend on phone up until God knows when and laugh about later on because you would get in trouble since you're not the one whose paying the phone bill.

As we grow older in our limited life-span on this Earth, we grow fond to have someone by our side. And all too normal a behavior that is, too, it is. But there lies a problem. Whom do we choose? And what do we follow in our choices; our mind or our heart? An agonizing question especially if you're very fond of someone who you've had your eyes set on for quite some time.

Therefore, the fundamental idea behind finding the 'one true person' is not true. It is the process of having to find someone who fills our imperfections and us to them, the same. In simpler terms, you could make an equation out of it in this way: imperfect male + imperfect female = perfect couple = perfect relationship = perfect for each other

Love is basically an imbalance of hormone behavior that makes jittery, or feeling aqward around some person. And if that imbalance of horomonic behavior makes us feel nice and tingly inside we would rather have more of it than less. Thus, we pursue that person who drives us in that way. Resulting to which the ever inevitable mythical paraphrase 'I am so happy that I found the one'..