Really real

"A friend is someone who brings the best in you."

I read a quote close on those lines a few days back and conveniently forgot it. And after a series of disappointing incidents I was reminded of the same line.
On the one hand, it made me more introspective. I gave myself sometime to come to terms with myself or rather what I really am. And on the other, it made me understand the ingredients of a real friend or a real relationship (in the broader sense).
In actuality, there are no real people. But, strangely we all look for something in every relationship. Some people define it. And an emotional few confine to those definitions. Others just play the blame game purely to victimize another.
Either ways, what's a relationship if it takes more efforts than constructing ten new Empire State buildings to keep it?
I'm thinking more like a grown-up, but just don't want to end up being `frighteningly human,' as I heard from someone.