Every day, my partner shows me deep and passionate love.

Twenty minutes before the other one goes up, somebody fills a hot water bottle and puts it in the bed on their side. Neither of them has ever mentioned it.

Passion is easy to picture and hard to recognise once it has settled into logistics. It ends up looking like a warmed bed, a phone put on charge, the right tea bought without discussion. The intensity did not leave. It found somewhere useful to go, and stopped announcing itself.