Love does not have a finite value. My love for Burt, unconditional, and I am sure he loved me more, as he often responded to my declaration of love.
I always told him I loved him. When he became ill, this affirmation was not just more imperative in the moment, it was also clearer.
I am certain we both saw it, me on this plane of reality, he even in the throes of delusions.
The duelling mugs, I love you and the one pictured are my daily reminder of that love.
this is our life 