Philoso...something about love

I was talking with my brother the other day...well, he's not my real brother. Jake was my first boyfriend way back in high school. We both figured out we were gay together, so to speak. So, anyway, we were talking about relationships and such. We stumbled into a discussion about true love.
Maybe we were separated at birth because neither of us are believers. We both agreed that the truest form of love is what can only be found between parents and their children. But then I got to thinking, that's not really true love either. Because if it was, kids wouldn't be disowned for being gay. There would be no kids getting beat to death for bringing home bad grades. And so on....
Jake says that I'm wrong. He said that the truest form of love was the moment a child is born. It either fades or grows stronger from there. But that is it.
Mikey, Jake's significant other, totally disagrees with both of us. Firm believer of true love and love at first sight and all that mushy crap. I will be fair and say that his argument was good. He said that true love exists in everything and everyone. He used me and Jake as examples.
Me and Jake have been friends for over fifteen years. Although we will never be romantically involved, there is love between us. That, Mikey says, is true love.
And its true, I'd do anything for Jake and I know he would do the same for me. We know each other better than we know ourselves. We can always count on each other. All points I made, but Mikey says that's not what love is all about. He said that love is about knowing all there is to know about another and not judging them. Love is the first person you call when all hell breaks loose. Love is knowing, no matter what you say or do, no matter if you are wrong or right, no matter what, it won't change the way you feel for the other.
Mikey might be right. Maybe the love I have for my bro, my pal, my Jake, is true love.
It made me think of Starr. The love she has for Skylar, even though she is gone, is still there. As strong as if she were still alive. Maybe that is true love.
And when Jake asked me if I think I'm in love with Val, I couldn't say yes. At least not the way I think I should be in love with her. Its not devoted love. I care about her deeply and would fall apart if anything ever happened to her...but that is in no way true love. Right?
Jake pointed out that maybe, the reason I run from anything concrete and committed, is because I'm holding out for that true love or something.
That I will have to think about. Because, honestly, love doesn't ever really cross my mind.
And I think that might be sad...