Over familiarity is not amazing. Do not for a second think sitting in front of the TV in silence is intimacy. Or farting without saying sorry. Taking each other for granted is not intimacy. It’s absolutely horrible.
Love can disappear for no reason other than people growing up and changing.
Like suddenly experiencing hunger or lust or jealousy for the first time — there is love. It rampages through your entire body, awakening every cell and fibre as it goes. It turns you into a raving lunatic. You’ll notice the beautiful way the sun falls and the blossomy smell of the air. You’ll want to be just excellent to everyone. You’d happily empty your pockets and give it to anyone who needs it. You’ll wonder why anyone ever gets bothered about anything if they know this feeling exists. And suddenly you know everything will always be fine because you know, somewhere, this feeling exists.