Does it really exist?

I started to think about what love really is when reading the poem Modern Love. George Meredith, the poet, seemed to think that love is dead, and bleak, basically nonexistent. As a young lady who is constantly learning about life, and love and the balance between, I would have to disagree. This may be due to my young age, and lack of experience as anyone else who has that outlook on love, but from what I have experienced I still believe that love is alive, and well. Although, Meredith does bring up a good point in bringing to light the hardships of a relationship, I do not think that the two that he writes about were really in love. You should be able to fight together to make your relationship work if you really love that other person. I am young, but I do know that if the other person is not fighting for you, and putting in no effort they do not love you, and it is something that is very hard to hear, but it is reality. On the contrary to what other people of today believe, there are still people out there who will give their partner what they do need in a relationship. What I think the two in the poem were missing was the give and take, communication, trust, and passion. The love they did have was probably great at one point, but because the love was not true love it fizzled and died out. A couple that is truly meant to be will fight endless amounts of times to continue to love one another, no matter how hard it is. I wanted to connect this to relationships I have been in, and relationships that my friends have been in. We are all young, we all have a lot of time left, if God willing, to find out what we need in a relationship, and who we are truly meant to be with. There have been many people that I know that have been in relationships that started out amazingly, even my own, but later on one person just was not putting enough effort into the relationship because they did not feel true, unconditional love for that person. When a relationship is like that there is not anywhere for it to go, but nowhere. Which is what happened with the subjects in Meredith's poem, even though they were married, it still was not true love. Which also proves that in love there are mistakes because we are still human, and love does not change the fact that we are what we are. The only way for love to work, because it still does exist in our society, and did in the past, is for someone to truly love one another for better or for worse. Once you find that person, then you'll really believe me when I say as optimistic teen that love is still alive.