True love

Love is not love, which alters when it alteration finds (Shakespeare)

Love... true love, no less. We've all got an idea, as we're growing up, about just what that means. Mainly, it's finding the man of your dreams, having kids and living happily ever after. The ONE.

... well, you'll get no arguements from me. Except no one ever said there's only one kind of true love...

I've found a kind of true love that might not fit the mould, but explains the concept. Because William is right, love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. And the best way to explain it, is football.

(that's really football, the kind with goalkeepers and offside and stuff)

No no no, don't leave. Hear me out. I have a point, I promise.

How many people do you know who's changed favourite teams?

... exactly. That relationship that you end up having with a favourite team, that love you end up feeling for the players, the club... you don't change favourite teams. You just don't. They win the league, you're over the moon with them. They relegate and you share their tears. Look at the Leeds-supporters. Their team has been down in the dump for years, and they're all still loyal.

You love them all. The players, the coach... even if it's a player or coach you couldn't stand before he came, and can't stand after he leaves. While he's there, you love him.

Isn't that true love? Staying by someone's side through good times and bad, supporting them no matter what?