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True love, is it real?

I recently told my friend that if you can fight with your boyfriend/girlfriend, really fight I mean -scream and shout, curse at each other and make each other cry endlessly but somehow hold eachother tight at night and make passionate love a few days later, well that's true love.

If you can look at someone, kiss someone and embrace someone after such incidents it must be love.
I remember our big fights, one in Sydney Australia then the other in Brooklyn New York.
We fought like cat and dog, but still somehow pushed past it.
We ignored the fact it happened because we loved each other, because at the end of the day that's us as individuals, this is our true sides, our tempers...the other side of romance and we accepted it for we knew each of us were not perfect but each of us didn't want that other to leave.

Looking back on it now I still wonder what went wrong.
Yes we fought, yes I got consumed and yes it was hard but was it the fact you were so unsure of us and me that made you leave, Or was it the fact you really didn't understand your road of self discovery with me hovering behind you?

I was there for alot of it, the rediscovery of ones self.
I held your hand throughout it all and kissed those sweet cuts better, you were sheltered far beyond my knowledge and I brought you into the world you now thrive in.

You need this time to discover who you are just as do I.
You need to grow with no one beside you, face the hard times alone and learn to live in hope for I have had my hard times, a destroyed childhood and a bitter abused adolescent.

You need this my sheltered friend.
It's yours just as much as it is my time to discover, rejoice and frolic.

My cold heart will always remember you, my first true love.
In hope I live each day, remembering our time as well spent and our lives somewhat well lived.

True love is by twisted faith, a side beat of the heart and a deep dwelling mind with a passionate soul.

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