true love

i speak regularly with older adults in their eighties and nineties who are caregiving for their partner who has severe dementia. i am too often powerfully moved by the complete devotion, love, and selflessness they exhibit toward someone who no longer remembers their name or their marriage; requires assistance bathing/toileting/eating/ambulating/living; no longer expresses affection or recognition or anything, really, except maybe anger; and on and on and on. and i think to myself, i really, really hope i find someone, someday who will love me the same. and i feel sad, and hopeful, and essentially just blown away, by the human capacity to love. true love.