In this reflection we celebrate the unremarkable.
There is no drama. No grand gestures. No obstacles to overcome or disapproving families to defy. You just like each other. You get along. It works.
By movie standards, this is boring. Where is the tension? Where is the will-they-won't-they? Where is the scene where someone runs through an airport?
But movies lie about love. They show the beginning or the crisis. They do not show Tuesday night on the couch, five years in, watching something neither of you cares about just because you are together.
That is where love actually lives. In the ordinary moments. In the companionable silence. In the knowing glance that no one else would notice. In building a life together that will never be interesting enough to tell at parties.
Some people feel disappointed by boring love. They expected more. More spark, more passion, more evidence that this is special. The quiet contentment does not match the fantasy.
But the fantasy is exhausting. The high highs require low lows. The intensity everyone envies is usually built on instability. The relationships that make good stories are often terrible to live inside.
Boring love is sustainable. It does not burn out because it was never on fire. It just stays. Through the unremarkable days. Through the seasons when nothing exciting happens. Through the long, steady accumulation of shared time.
If you have boring love, you might not appreciate what you have. It is easy to take for granted what does not demand your attention. Easy to wonder if you are missing something because nothing is wrong.
You are not missing anything. You have the thing most people are looking for. They just do not know it looks like this.
Boring love is two people who chose each other and keep choosing each other on ordinary days for no particular reason other than wanting to.
That is the whole point.