True Love

	When I think of true love, your name springs to mind.
In the darkest of moments, happiness it lets me find.

	True love is something that most everyone looks forward 
to discovering.  How I once longed for the day when I would find 
my so called "true love".  It would be spelled out by the look 
in our eyes, by the way that we belonged together.  Now I see
that this is mostly a myth.  True love isn't anything special. 
It may not even exist.  For the most part love is just finding a 
friend that you are willing to spend your life with.

	When I thought I was experiencing this so called true 
love I found myself very happy, and very content.  I was, for a 
long time, satisfied with where I was at and who I was with.  I 
was fully under the impression that the relationship meant 
everything to me.  Eventually, like all great things, those 
feelings came to an end.  The person that had once meant 
everything to me began to dwindle away in importance.  I no 
longer appeared to mean anything to her.

	This was the first relationship that I had actually 
pictured myself with my companion for the rest of my life.  It 
was a frightening thought at first, but eventually I almost grew 
to like the idea.  This was a person that I had thought I could 
be with forever and that no matter what, the love would last.  
Alas, my ideal picture of true love would shatter as our 
relationship went through minor hardships.  Finally it resolved, 
each of us going in our own separate ways.  At first it seemed 
that even though we were apart, these feelings of true love 
would remain.  However true love, like all other things, 
crumbles under the torment of time.

	Maybe there is such a thing as true love.  Maybe we 
aren't all alone in this world after all.  Maybe there is 
someone out there that we are meant for.  Maybe these ideas are
all lies.