I used to think that love was a certain way – a heavy emphasis on sex. The can’t keep your hands off each other kind of infatuation – kissing and hugging and touching. That’s what I thought of love.

But now, older and maybe wiser, I realize that, that is not love. Not even close. Love is comfortable. Love is sweatpants and Netflix. Love is kisses on the forehead and backrubs. Love is more about feeling at home than anything else. Love is not sexual, at all but its intimate.