I believe in true love. I believe in a love so real that it forms a bond that no one could break. I believe that there is someone that can capture your heart from the start and have you sold with a smile. I may be young and naïve, but I know that there is a love out there that’s worth fighting for, worth waiting for. I believe that there is a love that grows steadily every time you wake up in their arms. Your true love never fails to give you goose bumps or to leave butterflies in your stomach. I believe there is a person for everyone, and that that person will fall in love with everything about you. Your soul mate loves your flaws. They love how you fake being mad and how you complain about your hair when they always think it looks perfect. They love the little things about you, like your big brown eyes that you hate so much and how you always mess with your jacket when you’re nervous. They’ll notice things you never knew, and you’ll return the favor. You will realize when they are upset and you will know how to fix it. You will instantly miss their smile when it’s gone and grow used to the face they give you when you say something outrageous. You’ll love how your heart rate increases when you hug them or just when your eyes meet. I believe in a love like my parent’s that been going strong for almost a quarter of a century. I know that even though my mom can’t keep her legs still or my dad can’t stop snoring, my parents love each other a little more when they see each other when they open their eyes. I am sure that my parents love is true and that they meant “’til death do us part.” They are the reason I believe in true love. My parents and I share a special bond. I was born on their 8th anniversary. I love the fact that every year I grow older their love grows stronger. As Peter Ustinov once wrote, “Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look, which becomes a habit.” A love like theirs, a love so true and real isn’t something you have to work hard for. You never grow tired of your true love and loving them is inevitable. I’m anxious to completely give my whole heart to my true love and to grow old with them with a love that isn’t forced or fake.
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