My partner and I are deeply in love with each other every day

Love that lasts stops announcing itself. It becomes the sound of someone moving around the kitchen at seven in the morning, so familiar you would only notice its absence.

Some days the depth is obvious. Other days it is a text about a flat tyre and someone rearranging an entire afternoon to come and get you.

Both are the same thing. One is quieter about it. If today feels like the quiet version, that is not the love thinning out. That is the love doing its ordinary work in the background, where most of it happens.