He slowly caresses her waist, pulling her in slowly, kissing her lips ever so gently he leaves his peppermint breath behind. Wanting nothing more than for him to never let her go, she cradles the back of his neck underneath he long black silk hair. They are the image we all have of love, the image we all secretly want. But to me, this only exists in fairy-tales. The real love story is not of Romeo and Juliet, who died together. But of Grandma and Grandpa, who grew old together. Love exists in many ways, but I do not believe such a thing as "True Love" exists. There is no other person on this planet with a heartbeat to match mine. True love may exist for you, but it does not exist for me.