I love, trust, and respect my partner.

Three separate things, and respect is the one that leaves quietly. Love survives a bad year. Trust announces itself when it breaks. Respect erodes with no announcement at all, in the tone used about their job, the eye-roll to a friend, the way their opinion gets handled in company.

It is also the most repairable of the three, because it is made of small public behaviours rather than deep private states.

Listen to yourself next time you mention them to somebody else. That sentence, more than any feeling, is where respect actually lives.