Seeing Is Believing.Have I been in love? Yes. Has anyone ever loved me? No. Do I believe it exists? Absolutely.
You see, I've been blessed. 12 years ago, my grandmother had a stroke. It left her with the mental age of a child. She can no longer walk on her own. She needs help in the toilet. She can't eat tidily. She dribbles on herself. Sad really, because before she got ill she and my grandad had planned to travel the world in their retirement. They'd worked all their lives and now they wanted time for themselves, but fate stepped in and punished them. Why? Who knows.
Despite all that, though, my grandad is still by her side. Instead of putting her in a home, he voluntarily assumed care for her. 24/7 he looks after her and has to see this shell of his wife. He has to ensure the loneliness and pain of it all daily, but he does it anyway. Why? Simply, because he loves her and always has. For 12 years I've been blessed with that experience. I may have lost a grandmother, in a sense, but I was able to watch this wonderful display of pure, true love.
I may not have heard someone say those words to me, but I know it exists because I've seen it firsthand.