I believe in love, the love of family, the love of friends, and most importantly eternal love. Since I was little my friends have always been a part of my family and I know that they would do anything for me, as they know I would do anything for them. True love, I believe, is an everlasting friendship. My grandparents best exemplify this kind of friendship. I watch them bicker and complain but I know none of that affects the love they have for each other. As I watch my grandmother say to my grandfather in her overbearing, yet motherly tone, “Ralph, is another bowl of ice cream really necessary?”, I see him smile and know that he secretly loves her nagging. For if she didn't nap, then she wouldn't care and believe me, she really cares.

I remember going to their 50 th wedding anniversary and watching them fall in love all over again. Now they have been married for 58 years and although times have changed, their love for each other never will. When I went to visit m grandfather in the hospital after his lung collapsed, I found my grandmother, grief stricken at his side; knowing that she had not slept in days, but still holding his frail hand in hers, knowing she would not let him go, at least not without a fight. As he got better, I could slowly see her eyes being to brighten with the days and see that he smile had slowly crept back. I knew that if my grandfather had not pulled through I would have lost two grandparents that spring. My grandmother would not be the same without her other half, her Ralph.

One day I hope to find someone that cares about me as my grandparents care for each other. I hope to find someone that will look at me the same way my grandparents look at each other after over half a century of being together. I hope to find a lifelong friend that will be there through sickness and through health, forever at my side. I hope to find eternal love with the one person I know I cannot life without. Some day I might find this person but for now I can only believe.