What is love?

Previously

…But the poet in her, the one who sought definitive expressions, grappled with this fluidity. She longed for the certainty of a love that burned with an unchanging intensity, a passion that would forever remain a wildfire. But reality, as always, offered a more nuanced truth. She remembered a conversation, years ago, with a friend who had spoken of her own marriage with a weary resignation. "It's comfortable," she had said, her voice devoid of spark. "But the fire… it’s gone, Amy. It’s just… comfortable." Amy had felt a chill then, a visceral reaction against that kind of surrender. She didn’t want comfort to be the epitaph of her love. She