Romance

Community. It’s a place of belonging; an environment where one feels at home. There are several communities to which I belong. The human race, women, Americans, Floridians, Seminoles, Air Force dependants. One is automatically one of those labels. I didn’t have to try to be human, or female, or American, or a military dependant. I was born into all of those communities. I live in Florida and attend FSU, therefore I belong to those communities. However, there is a kind of community that is different than any of those. It is a kind that everyone seeks and tries for, time and time again. No one is automatically accepted or born into it. It’s not always convenient, and one has to really try in order to maintain this type of community. It’s the community of romance and commitment. My romantic community includes my boyfriend, Seth, and myself. It changes and shapes itself constantly, yet it’s been a consistency for us both for over four years. We depend on each other. This community provides me with love, support, and a better friend than I could ever ask for. I simply reflect those things in return. We share a closeness and understanding that I would be lost without, and he finds comfort in that as well. It’s a true relationship.
We, as a society, define ourselves by who we associate with. If someone asks one of us what we do, we say we’re students because that’s such a large part of our lives. We define ourselves by our scholastic community. Our communities influence what we do. Since I’m in a romantic relationship, or “community,” I take care to not do anything the community would find offensive. Those who are devout members of a church community do things that their church approves of.
My role in this romantic community is to love him.