We are used to confusing intensity with depth. Drama is captivating. But often it is not love, but an emotional swing, where you are now on top, then in the void. True love is quiet. It does not scream. It just is.

Without tantrums. Without "never again". Without tears under the door. But with respect. With silent support. With clarity.

And so it is interesting. It is calm, but not boring. Because there is life there. Not a movie. But reality, in which you do not have to suffer to feel that you are loved.