late night discoveries

Now that's a weird thing.

During a late night conversation with hubby we made this awful discovery. We only love each other. Can a marriage survive only on love? Isn't love the secret feeling people look after their whole lives? Why are we complaining then? We were blessed with our love for each other, right? Not that right.

How about butterflies? And the never-ending doubt should-I-call-him/her? And the anticipation? No more of those? Bah, that's no fun.

We decided we have to find passion again. That terrifying/consuming/crude feeling.
Otherwise, will be destined to a marriage only based on love.

And that's definitely not enough.