Situation 01 · Year three — and didn't remember
Three years together. First year — butterflies, drawn to her every evening, sex all the time, missing her after two hours apart. Second year — calmer, but still warm. Third year — you're at work and didn't think about her until seven in the evening. And it doesn't hurt that you didn't. You just — didn't. And then it gets scary: "so I don't love her anymore?"
✗ The wrong way out
Accept "don't love her" as fact, because the instrument reads zero. Start preparing for the conversation, looking for the right phrasing, quietly taking inventory of belongings. Or the opposite — panic and throw yourself at "bringing the passion back": a surprise, a hotel, new lingerie, a serious talk "we have to rekindle the fire." Both are attempts to treat the absence of the honeymoon with the honeymoon itself. Medicine from the wrong system. Two weeks later, everything is in the same place, and the anxiety is deeper: "even that didn't help."
✓ The right way out
Notice you're asking the wrong question. "Do I still love her?" — built to answer "not sure." Replace with another: "do we have a climate?" — and the answer is almost always concrete. Do I come back to her when I feel bad? Do I miss her when she's away for a week? Do I know her in the morning before she's woken up? If yes — the weather will come back, not to first-year intensity, but real. It comes back not through a frontal "let's have passion" attack, but through returning your own separateness: space, time alone, friends, body, your own life. When you stop being one mass — someone reappears who can be wanted.