True Love?

I wonder if true love is real.

Like, if it's when a person loves you. Loves you so much that it's genuine, and honest, and true.

If it's possible for love to be where the two people feel secure in each other. Feel trusting and dependant on each other. To where they can shut the rest of the world out, even their family and friends.

If true love is like when one person is sitting in the shower, allowing the water to smooth their hair over the face, running hot and running steady. True love being that they don't lock the door, they don't shut the other person out. They aren't hiding.

True love when the other person comes inside, sees the person sitting down in the shower, and knowing that something isn't right. Feeling at one with one another. Feeling the same, in the name of the other. Not feeling angry, or offended, or personally attacked, as if taking on the responsibility of the person's unsettlement. Moreso feeling helpful and considerate and sweet and patient and adoring.

Is that what true love is? Being one half of another, and not being one whole with one whole?

Knowing that it is okay to be you, but to let them be them, and both be one together?

Knowing to be part of them, at all times, instead of as a possible target or as a possible offender.


I wonder if anyone knows what I'm asking, or what I'm saying, or what I'm proposing.

(I didn't even realize what true love was, if this is what it is, until just now, as I saw it in a movie. This is what true love seems to be, to me. And, while I obviously have my problems and my past and my present, there's one person that I see this situation happening with when it comes to me. I'm nore sure if that means anything, seeing as I'm mostly unstable in this area, but I find the scenario and meaning intriguing, nonetheless.)